06-08-2020, 10:16 PM
When the dust finds Capulet, he is a ball of shadow curled beneath a clear moon.
The shimmering line of particles is silvery and ethereal beneath the bright summertime moon. Around the sleeping shadow family crickets hum peacefully and a family of red foxes hunts for a lazy meal. Capulet looks like he belongs there, among the small woodland creatures, not quite the fawn he once was but still so small that his shadows do not make him look intimidating. He dreams peacefully, of a sky with a purple sun and a ground with pink grass and -
In the distance, an angel.
She is cloudy and peaceful, a striking mixture of blue, red, and white. Cap watches in awe, swallowing roughly on a suddenly dry throat. Like a cloud, she floats, one little hoof in front of the other. He thinks he has found something mystical in a way unlike the rest of Beqanna. Some secret about growing up his parents didn't tell him about.
A guardian angel.
Surely a winged girl as ethereal as the one before him can be nothing other than an angel. And she must mean something, right? Angels don't just appear in dreams for nothing. Capulet imagines she must be here to protect him, courtesy of boyhood naivety and little dash of selfishness.
Beneath reality's moon, the shadow boy twitches as his heart races. The Mountain's blessed sand spins a circle above his head. A halo appears, the exact blue of the girl's streak of hair, casting dim light upon the boy's shifting edges.
capulet is claiming a halo! <3
The shimmering line of particles is silvery and ethereal beneath the bright summertime moon. Around the sleeping shadow family crickets hum peacefully and a family of red foxes hunts for a lazy meal. Capulet looks like he belongs there, among the small woodland creatures, not quite the fawn he once was but still so small that his shadows do not make him look intimidating. He dreams peacefully, of a sky with a purple sun and a ground with pink grass and -
In the distance, an angel.
She is cloudy and peaceful, a striking mixture of blue, red, and white. Cap watches in awe, swallowing roughly on a suddenly dry throat. Like a cloud, she floats, one little hoof in front of the other. He thinks he has found something mystical in a way unlike the rest of Beqanna. Some secret about growing up his parents didn't tell him about.
A guardian angel.
Surely a winged girl as ethereal as the one before him can be nothing other than an angel. And she must mean something, right? Angels don't just appear in dreams for nothing. Capulet imagines she must be here to protect him, courtesy of boyhood naivety and little dash of selfishness.
Beneath reality's moon, the shadow boy twitches as his heart races. The Mountain's blessed sand spins a circle above his head. A halo appears, the exact blue of the girl's streak of hair, casting dim light upon the boy's shifting edges.
capulet is claiming a halo! <3