01-25-2017, 02:43 PM
Stillwater
It was another night, like any other. He lounged on the lake's bank like a sated panther, bangled hoof submerged in the water. It never hid it, the glittering chain around his ankle, but it still soothed him to have the water twisted around it. Nayl had left, a terrible catastrophe that had been. He had, of course, immediately sought sweet Karaugh after to calm his nerves. Though the only sweet about her was laced in her blood and in her devlishly coy ways. A faint smile tickled the corner of his mouth.
It wasn't long after dusk when slight movement pulled his eyes from the moon's weak reflection and to the bank a little ways down from him. A young girl waded in, water swaddling her sweetly up to her narrow chest. He blinked and lights came to life beneath the water, dancing and swimming around her like a living night sky of her very own.
He said nothing, only watched her intently, curiously, but she sensed his heavy gaze and noticed him lying still and watching her. With a little gasp, she vanished to shadow. Her lights still played with her, and ripples still tickled her, and she soon came back to light. He smiled warmly at her, dark eyes the color of shadows beneath the lake.
"You surprised me," she admitted shyly, her voice the soft twinkling of stars. Her watery fireflies came to glide circles between them and he watched them in quiet admiration. The night sky was rare in this place, a large part of why he was always hanging around this little lake where the canopies couldn't stretch all the way over it. Just a glimpse of the shy moon and the stars, but here she gave him the whole sky without meaning to.
"I am Luster, who are you?"
Stillwater, he replied quietly, drinking in this tranquil moment and the peace her stars settled into him. His soft gaze met hers, a face of beautiful blue and cream. It is a pleasure to meet you, Luster. The honesty swirled meaningfully in his voice of smooth water.
Would you do it again, Luster? he murmured like a sad memory, deeply missing the open skies he was once used to. The stars never visit me here. He held still, an inky shadow on the damp bank, and yet managed to open himself in welcome with hope that the blue star would settle with him and shine her light in his darkness.
It wasn't long after dusk when slight movement pulled his eyes from the moon's weak reflection and to the bank a little ways down from him. A young girl waded in, water swaddling her sweetly up to her narrow chest. He blinked and lights came to life beneath the water, dancing and swimming around her like a living night sky of her very own.
He said nothing, only watched her intently, curiously, but she sensed his heavy gaze and noticed him lying still and watching her. With a little gasp, she vanished to shadow. Her lights still played with her, and ripples still tickled her, and she soon came back to light. He smiled warmly at her, dark eyes the color of shadows beneath the lake.
"You surprised me," she admitted shyly, her voice the soft twinkling of stars. Her watery fireflies came to glide circles between them and he watched them in quiet admiration. The night sky was rare in this place, a large part of why he was always hanging around this little lake where the canopies couldn't stretch all the way over it. Just a glimpse of the shy moon and the stars, but here she gave him the whole sky without meaning to.
"I am Luster, who are you?"
Stillwater, he replied quietly, drinking in this tranquil moment and the peace her stars settled into him. His soft gaze met hers, a face of beautiful blue and cream. It is a pleasure to meet you, Luster. The honesty swirled meaningfully in his voice of smooth water.
Would you do it again, Luster? he murmured like a sad memory, deeply missing the open skies he was once used to. The stars never visit me here. He held still, an inky shadow on the damp bank, and yet managed to open himself in welcome with hope that the blue star would settle with him and shine her light in his darkness.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it