"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
10-04-2015, 09:04 PM (This post was last modified: 10-04-2015, 09:04 PM by Kora.)
look at the stars,
look how they shine for you
It takes a tragedy to finally bring us together -- and though our parents are dead, with one gentle embrace Rhy and I become more of a family than we've ever been with one another before. And despite the shock and sadness, despite the aching pain of loss, we have each other now.
They would have been so happy...
No. They are happy.
And we will see them again.
I follow my sister to the shores, the cold waves whispering as she shifts and becomes translucent, shimmering like smoke. It gives me an uneasy feeling -- she looks so impermanent like this, and I find I don't want her to slip away. Yet, with a breath, that is what Rhy does next. She slips away.
And I slip with her.
It is grey here. Grey, like the slate of an unfeeling winter sky. Winter. I can feel it's absence from my veins, replaced instead by a slow trickle of grey -- and with every beat of my living heart, the grey ticks, ticks, ticks away. Rhy's voice startles me (so close in this muffled existence) but I find I can only nod, my eyes flitting across shadowy figures in the distance. I start to walk toward them, but the steps I take don't seem to bring me any nearer and I can't make out anything more than their wispy shapes.
How would we ever find them like this?
But then --
"My girls," she breathes behind me. "My darling girls." And when I turn, she is there -- and dad is right beside her. Together, like they've always been.
They come forward, their eyes shining like starlight through the grey. Rayelle is smiling that sunbeam smile, the one Riagan had loved from the very start. She steps close, looking from one daughter to the next with such love and pride and joy shining from her gaze that I forget what it means to see them here. I forget that this isn't the way it was supposed to be.
(Maybe this is the way it's supposed to be.)
And I rush to them -- headlong.
Fearless.
kora
the winter girl of riagan and rayelle
so originally I planned to have more happen..? but then I kinda got stuck. :/ feel free to take the reigns and powerplay a little if need be, as you know best what all has 'happened' lol. if you end up posting riagan separately then I will likely do a real rayelle post because RAYRI YAY.