10-16-2019, 11:23 AM
OPHANIM
There are few things he fears in this world. They are mostly intangible things like his wife or children being harmed, or being separated from them again. But he feels something like fear and unease when he watches Ciara and the way her glowing mouth eagerly devours anything that comes too close. His breath shudders as she smiles up at him, blood smeared across her lips and up her cheek as she laughs. She always laughs when he scolds her or begs her not to misbehave. Ophanim sighs when she drops the fawn leg with a light thud. The angel boy has mostly given up on getting her not to hunt here in Sylva.
But she notices her mother before he does and he follows her gaze into the shadows without a word. Her sunshine wings spread wide, dim little things here in the shade, and she slips forward as he hears her call. The woman had terrified him, but he never admitted such a thing to anyone. Ophanim fears what would become of their daughter in her care and so he is quick to follow behind her. Ciara folds her wings over her pastel pink back and tilts her head curiously as she watches the gray woman. The angel boy swallows nervously but his shimmering golden body doesn’t arm itself with scales just yet.
“Why are you here?” he asks, edging closer to their child who keeps her bright pink gaze on her mother. The girl’s smile never fades, illuminated by the glow of her fangs and tongue as she watches Anaxarete excitedly. Something about the woman unsettles father and so she feels drawn to the woman.
“I’m Ciara. Who are you?” she says a little too loud around that charming grin. Her halo, like her father’s, orbits her lovely head slowly and promises a kindness she does not possess. Ophanim almost wishes she wasn’t so beautiful. He almost wishes Starsin was here to spit insults and explode another tree or two. Her heart stirs quietly in his chest, a flower of jealousy and rage blooming easily within him in her stead.
But she notices her mother before he does and he follows her gaze into the shadows without a word. Her sunshine wings spread wide, dim little things here in the shade, and she slips forward as he hears her call. The woman had terrified him, but he never admitted such a thing to anyone. Ophanim fears what would become of their daughter in her care and so he is quick to follow behind her. Ciara folds her wings over her pastel pink back and tilts her head curiously as she watches the gray woman. The angel boy swallows nervously but his shimmering golden body doesn’t arm itself with scales just yet.
“Why are you here?” he asks, edging closer to their child who keeps her bright pink gaze on her mother. The girl’s smile never fades, illuminated by the glow of her fangs and tongue as she watches Anaxarete excitedly. Something about the woman unsettles father and so she feels drawn to the woman.
“I’m Ciara. Who are you?” she says a little too loud around that charming grin. Her halo, like her father’s, orbits her lovely head slowly and promises a kindness she does not possess. Ophanim almost wishes she wasn’t so beautiful. He almost wishes Starsin was here to spit insults and explode another tree or two. Her heart stirs quietly in his chest, a flower of jealousy and rage blooming easily within him in her stead.
you could drown in those eyes, i said.