04-23-2022, 10:03 PM
ISRAFEL
Israfel does not mind the stretches of time she is left on her own - not when that first moment where her golden eyes spot her beloved friend always inspires such a thrill in her heart. Things are meant to exist in flux - this she knows well enough. Reave does not come to see her every day, just as the rain does not fall on the vegetation that craves it every day. Everything, even that one thing you are waiting for, is temporary.
And Israfel doesn’t know better than to simply enjoy what she gets - it is enough for her, because it still feels like more than what she had once she grew too old to follow her mother everywhere. In those days when she flitted through shadows in the forest, invisible and waiting for life to begin.
Her golden smile is warm as she greets the one who had drawn her out of those shadows. She isn’t bashful at the compliment, because she believes it because it is Reave that is saying it. “No more shadows.” She confirms with a shake of her head. “I like the light.” She looks briefly up to the sky, closing her eyes against the glare of the sun but still delighting in the warmth of it.
Even its brilliance can't hold her attention for long, as she looks back to Reave - the shine in her eyes a related, if far more subdued, version of the glint she can sometimes spy in his. “And what I find in it.”
And then, because she is eager to hear anything he might tell her - she asks “What have you been up to lately?”
And Israfel doesn’t know better than to simply enjoy what she gets - it is enough for her, because it still feels like more than what she had once she grew too old to follow her mother everywhere. In those days when she flitted through shadows in the forest, invisible and waiting for life to begin.
Her golden smile is warm as she greets the one who had drawn her out of those shadows. She isn’t bashful at the compliment, because she believes it because it is Reave that is saying it. “No more shadows.” She confirms with a shake of her head. “I like the light.” She looks briefly up to the sky, closing her eyes against the glare of the sun but still delighting in the warmth of it.
Even its brilliance can't hold her attention for long, as she looks back to Reave - the shine in her eyes a related, if far more subdued, version of the glint she can sometimes spy in his. “And what I find in it.”
And then, because she is eager to hear anything he might tell her - she asks “What have you been up to lately?”
@Reave