03-24-2023, 04:09 PM
R I P T I D E
It does not make sense that he misses the water when it disappears. He was not made for it—not the way his father and sisters were, taking after his mother instead—yet he had always been drawn to it. When all of Beqanna had been surrounded by water, seemingly on the verge of sinking into its depths entirely, he had felt only peace. Perhaps it was because, selfishly, he enjoyed watching everyone else around be uncomfortable. Their homes were gone, life as they knew it forever changed, and the foundation of their world had been shaken. It was nice to for once not feel as though he was the only one in the world without a sense of purpose, who had no idea which path he was supposed to be following. Misery loves company, they say, and for him it was true.
When everything began to return to normal—a new version of normal for some, but for others it was reminiscent of a normal from long ago—he did not share in their delight. He would explore the new lands in time, but for now he was content to stay in the ruins, which after the recent changes, had gone incredibly quiet.
It seemed as though everyone had other places they would rather be than walking among the ghost-like remnants of someone else’s war. He was grateful for that, since he was not always in the mood for dealing with their stares. Beqanna, though full of all things strange and beautiful, still seemed ill-prepared to come face-to-face with someone like him. At first glance, he is far more reptilian than equine; his face snake-like and strange, with a body covered in frost-covered scales, ending with a rattlesnake tail. Over the years he had grown adept at ignoring the curious looks, though likely the rigid clench of his jaw and coolness of his eyes also aided in keeping strangers at bay.
No matter how badly he craved company it was never enough to risk ridicule or prying questions.
It’s why when he sees her, the seemingly only other soul in this place that he of course has managed to unknowingly cross paths with, he comes to a sudden stop. The differences between them is such a glaring contrast that he nearly laughs at the absurdity of it, because she stands there, ethereal and illuminated by some kind of unearthly light, marked with rose-gold and adorned with wings and a halo, and there he stands, with his snake-like body and the almost harsh angles of his face, everything about him almost too strange for words. “There’s a story that has serpents and angels in it somewhere, isn’t there?” he muses aloud as he draws closer to her, humor glinting in the narrowed shape of his sage-green eyes.
When everything began to return to normal—a new version of normal for some, but for others it was reminiscent of a normal from long ago—he did not share in their delight. He would explore the new lands in time, but for now he was content to stay in the ruins, which after the recent changes, had gone incredibly quiet.
It seemed as though everyone had other places they would rather be than walking among the ghost-like remnants of someone else’s war. He was grateful for that, since he was not always in the mood for dealing with their stares. Beqanna, though full of all things strange and beautiful, still seemed ill-prepared to come face-to-face with someone like him. At first glance, he is far more reptilian than equine; his face snake-like and strange, with a body covered in frost-covered scales, ending with a rattlesnake tail. Over the years he had grown adept at ignoring the curious looks, though likely the rigid clench of his jaw and coolness of his eyes also aided in keeping strangers at bay.
No matter how badly he craved company it was never enough to risk ridicule or prying questions.
It’s why when he sees her, the seemingly only other soul in this place that he of course has managed to unknowingly cross paths with, he comes to a sudden stop. The differences between them is such a glaring contrast that he nearly laughs at the absurdity of it, because she stands there, ethereal and illuminated by some kind of unearthly light, marked with rose-gold and adorned with wings and a halo, and there he stands, with his snake-like body and the almost harsh angles of his face, everything about him almost too strange for words. “There’s a story that has serpents and angels in it somewhere, isn’t there?” he muses aloud as he draws closer to her, humor glinting in the narrowed shape of his sage-green eyes.
— i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door —
@baptiste