12-07-2020, 09:32 PM
You think I'll be the Dark Sky so you can be the Star?
I'll Swallow you Whole.
I'll Swallow you Whole.
She does not usually think about anyone else. Sometimes she thinks of her mother, or her twin sister – wonders where they had disappeared to, if she should look for them, or if it was simply expected to never see them again as they navigated their separate lives. She does not miss them, even though she thinks she is supposed to. She assumes they do not miss her either since they have never tried to find her.
But rarely does she think of anyone else that has crossed her path, which was an alarming amount for someone that often chose to hole herself away from the eyes of others. Most of them were interesting in the moment, but she did not feel any kind of attachment to them.
They were forgotten almost the moment they were out of sight, and not thought of unless she should happen across them again.
Sometimes, though, usually without warning, she does think of Tiercel.
He is a passing thought, much in the way of her mother and sister, but a thought nonetheless. It was strange, but not in a way that she lingered on it.
He had, in her opinion, one of the most interesting abilities. She still did not understand how he could project emotions onto her – and she was not sure if essentially being a blank canvas to his brush augmented his own power, or if it just seemed that way to her. Regardless, he stood out to her more than anyone, and when she finds him in Loess, there is a moment of genuine surprise that jolts through her. It's sharp and electrifying, but short-lived, and her face is again seemingly carved of marble when she says his name in the quiet, plain tones of her voice, “Tiercel.”
She steps closer, the afternoon sun warm across her back in a way that makes her crave nightfall. It doesn't seem to occur to her that she is interrupting his moment of peace, and though she does not step into the water, she comes to stand right on the edge of it. She looks at him with dark, bruised-purple eyes set against a stark white face, and there is, almost, the smallest thread of what she thinks might be happiness warming inside of her chest. “You’re back,” and her face faintly softens with a tentative smile.
But rarely does she think of anyone else that has crossed her path, which was an alarming amount for someone that often chose to hole herself away from the eyes of others. Most of them were interesting in the moment, but she did not feel any kind of attachment to them.
They were forgotten almost the moment they were out of sight, and not thought of unless she should happen across them again.
Sometimes, though, usually without warning, she does think of Tiercel.
He is a passing thought, much in the way of her mother and sister, but a thought nonetheless. It was strange, but not in a way that she lingered on it.
He had, in her opinion, one of the most interesting abilities. She still did not understand how he could project emotions onto her – and she was not sure if essentially being a blank canvas to his brush augmented his own power, or if it just seemed that way to her. Regardless, he stood out to her more than anyone, and when she finds him in Loess, there is a moment of genuine surprise that jolts through her. It's sharp and electrifying, but short-lived, and her face is again seemingly carved of marble when she says his name in the quiet, plain tones of her voice, “Tiercel.”
She steps closer, the afternoon sun warm across her back in a way that makes her crave nightfall. It doesn't seem to occur to her that she is interrupting his moment of peace, and though she does not step into the water, she comes to stand right on the edge of it. She looks at him with dark, bruised-purple eyes set against a stark white face, and there is, almost, the smallest thread of what she thinks might be happiness warming inside of her chest. “You’re back,” and her face faintly softens with a tentative smile.
Islas
@[Tiercel]