-clings to laura-
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it was good to be back.
she was a veteran of this field, a familiar lover to it's landscape. the changes that had happened over the years were minor in the grand scheme - a new hair color, a tattoo, a small scar - it was still the same. the scene she painted by coming here was one that had been painted a thousand times with she working her hooves to the bone; the tundra, the valley, the chamber. loyalty ran strong in her blood and yet she had vanished with barely any trace. a whisper of memory left in her wake, and now her not so glorious return.
to him she was drawn like a moth to the FLAME. the later quite literal for he was set a fire. emotions ran hot and the ashen lady was drawn to them. He was a warrior, truly, and she stood some distance away and merely watched the temperamental display. jeeze, what's got his panties in a bunch?
eventually - before the rest came like a flock of starving crows - she moved once more. no longer a statue on the horizon but a creature of flesh and blood and LIFE.
forward, slowly, until she stopped a short space from his side. he, revved up and fiery - she, the quiet, icy aftermath. ashes that fell like snow in the path of the fire that burned. eyes of flame that rested on a marked body begging a silent questions - why?
(immortal, mute, infrared vision) the dream, an enigma... silent |