it's all up in the air and we stand still | desire

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you The Curse, a creation of Carnage’s blood, sees a bit of itself in the haloed mare that approaches, and smiles a slow smile that is very unlike Gale. Gale would have been confused by her teasing, but the Curse is amused and appreciative. It uses Gale’s curious blue eyes to look her over, and it thinks briefly of Ciri. They are both glittering creature , emitting light as soft and pale as stars. The purple of this mare is not a shade seen often in nature, and the Curse’s electric gaze is appreciative as it takes in the many shades of her body. She is lovely, that is unmistakable, but there are some things more important than finding out how close it might get to starfire before it begins to smolder. “I’ve come to take these off your hands,” It answers the starry mare, gesturing over its shoulder to where the pair of magical monuments stand. The Curse does not expect her to simply give them over, but there are advantages to taking the path of least resistance at times. “I’d like to keep my place in my lover’s affections, and I think she’ll enjoy them.” The Curse lies easily - it wants the entities for itself. Gale wants them for Mazikeen to protect her, but Gale is not the one making the decision after the sun has gone down. That is one promise that the Curse has not yet broken. Its voice is smooth and its smile charming, and it tells her: “My name is Gale.” @[Desire]