03-01-2021, 12:42 AM
I need you like a heart needs a beat
but it's nothing new--
The darkness has stayed, but here in their corner of Taiga she hardly notices.
Her life has been shadow for as long as she has known Ether. She had willingly let him wrap that darkness around her and while some may have found it fearsome and suffocating, to her it felt like security; like the safest she has ever been. It’s why when all of Beqanna became shrouded in night she did not first realize the gravity of the situation. She was not afraid of darkness; she loved a physical form of it, she spent all of her waking and sleeping moments with her heart beating against his side, with the shadows of him colliding with the warmth of her.
She is so lost in their own world that she does not notice that around them the rest of Beqanna seems to be collapsing.
Even when she finally becomes aware of it she is not afraid. She is so certain that Ether will not allow anything or anyone to harm her or their family that the idea does not even cross her mind, even though sometimes she thinks she can hear something else slipping between the trees of Taiga. Something dark, but nothing like Ether, or even Torryn—it is something sinister, but intangible, like what her nightmares used to be.
Their newest twins come into a world that is just as dark as them, a tangle of shadowy limbs and luminous yellow eyes. There is a certain swell of pride at realizing they are both shadow creatures, like their father—making three now that she has somehow carried for him, despite she herself not being anything special. Their birth had been a strange one, but in the abyss of darkness and lost under the waves of all the regular pains that accompanied birth she had not really noticed; just that the pain had been there, bright and all consuming, and then all at once, they were here.
They are old enough now though that it was difficult to convince them to stay close. The entire world had become their playground, and they were prone to flitting in and out of shadows despite her stern requests to stay close. She knew that Ether would not let anything happen to them, but she has always been too overprotective of her children, and knowing that things besides the creatures they were used to lurked in the dark did little to settle her nerves.
She walks cautiously now through their familiar thicket of trees, her own black coat not quite fully immersed in the dark the way theirs would be, but certainly close to it. She listens for the familiar childish talking and laughter that she sometimes heard coming from places that she could not see, but after finding nothing she returns to Ether’s side, somewhat exasperated. “Will you please find them and tell them to come back? They were told to not be gone for this long.”
but it's nothing new--
The darkness has stayed, but here in their corner of Taiga she hardly notices.
Her life has been shadow for as long as she has known Ether. She had willingly let him wrap that darkness around her and while some may have found it fearsome and suffocating, to her it felt like security; like the safest she has ever been. It’s why when all of Beqanna became shrouded in night she did not first realize the gravity of the situation. She was not afraid of darkness; she loved a physical form of it, she spent all of her waking and sleeping moments with her heart beating against his side, with the shadows of him colliding with the warmth of her.
She is so lost in their own world that she does not notice that around them the rest of Beqanna seems to be collapsing.
Even when she finally becomes aware of it she is not afraid. She is so certain that Ether will not allow anything or anyone to harm her or their family that the idea does not even cross her mind, even though sometimes she thinks she can hear something else slipping between the trees of Taiga. Something dark, but nothing like Ether, or even Torryn—it is something sinister, but intangible, like what her nightmares used to be.
Their newest twins come into a world that is just as dark as them, a tangle of shadowy limbs and luminous yellow eyes. There is a certain swell of pride at realizing they are both shadow creatures, like their father—making three now that she has somehow carried for him, despite she herself not being anything special. Their birth had been a strange one, but in the abyss of darkness and lost under the waves of all the regular pains that accompanied birth she had not really noticed; just that the pain had been there, bright and all consuming, and then all at once, they were here.
They are old enough now though that it was difficult to convince them to stay close. The entire world had become their playground, and they were prone to flitting in and out of shadows despite her stern requests to stay close. She knew that Ether would not let anything happen to them, but she has always been too overprotective of her children, and knowing that things besides the creatures they were used to lurked in the dark did little to settle her nerves.
She walks cautiously now through their familiar thicket of trees, her own black coat not quite fully immersed in the dark the way theirs would be, but certainly close to it. She listens for the familiar childish talking and laughter that she sometimes heard coming from places that she could not see, but after finding nothing she returns to Ether’s side, somewhat exasperated. “Will you please find them and tell them to come back? They were told to not be gone for this long.”
-- briseis.