She is restless, aching limb shifting to aching limb. She has been as restless as time… as continuous as a second hand, ticking away her life with every jerky click across the clock face. Those chocolate eyes have watched the time drift by with an impenetrable stare. She has felt each second like the bite of a whip upon her soul. It has left the bone white girl ragged and lonely. She longs to feel her cells grow tired and weary, but they do not, they thrum with eternal energy, like the kind that comes from a lover’s first kiss; renewed and enlivened.
Cocoa lashes, as rich as midnight, flutter down to close against her cheek like a fan. Her eyes are closed, but for a moment, before they fly open to spy the horses that drift upon her horizon. She watches them, a distant ghost unable to let go and move on, chained to this corporeal life. Shuffle her bones breathe,. Shuffle her lungs sigh. Shuffle from this mortal coil her heart moans. She smiles, and it is a beautiful thing upon such a delicate, intricately sculpted face. Those eyes flutter shut once more and when they open, that warm, wholesome chocolate gaze is gone. Shadow lurks there, the cold, dank darkness that speaks only to the wide, gaping black maw of eternity. It turns her smile to ash and acid. She has seen too much. Too much, too much… her soul echoes as it clings to the cages of her body.
She shifts and moves and it is a wonder no one can her limbs creak like an unoiled, rusted machine. She drifts, as if she is on shadow, as fluid and endless as the water of the earth. She has had many lovers. Kings and demigods and yes, she loved, so many moons ago but now her soul is empty and her heart is little more than scar tissue. It beats, but only because it can, not because she needs it to… Eternity keeps it young. Eternity wraps its arm around her too young body and her ancient soul. It knows her and it whispers of their long - too long - future.
A tear escapes her as she is just a little more broken and a little more insane. She wonders when she reached the Field, when she started to weave through the bodies. She wonders when she stopped and began to stand like a phantom amongst them. Oh this beautiful girl of bone and endless time, what new stories will she scribe upon her tablet now.