MINYA
take that look from off your face
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
There was something unsettled in the air the night she stole away from the White Scarab. She should have known then. When morning came upon the shores of Novus and the sea began to grow restless, Minya knew that something was awakening.
The air was metal and ash, the sun a glowing red. It burned like the flames she drew along her skin. Only her flames do not burn like the sun does. The sun that blesses all with light and steals the warmth from her bones as it falls to slumber. Oh it turns her cold now as great black clouds roil in. They bloom and climb and blot out the light of the sky and the sun. All is dark beneath the billowing cloud.
Beneath its drowning shadow Minya wades. She follows deeper into the dark and she is not alone. All of Novus is spilling out upon the beach to look out over the Terminus sea. Upon the dancer’s lips is a grim, grim smile. Terminus it was all so final, was it not? She looks to the end of the world, where a volcano belches and spills itself out into the sea. Red, red blood boiling and searing lungs full of ash. Oh this is a monstrous time and that is a monstrous island.
Ash falls, settling like black snow upon the sleek pink of her hair. She wears this terrible ash like gems, it is not the first time she has been covered in ash and she does not move to brush it from her skin. Oh, there are worse things to be covered in – like blood and poison. Her lips pull tight, into a line as sharp as any blade.
Minya stands, cold as stone and just as bold before the raging volcano. She watches with eyes as silver as the stone that makes its crater. Within her is lava, within her is chaos and hatred and as she watches the volcano burn she thinks how wonderful it would be to split open like that, to spill herself out into the world. To rid her grief like billowing ash and drive all from her. But oh, she likes that they come to her. She likes that she draws eyes to admire her beauty, for Minya is beautiful. She is the volcano but she does not shudder when a warm shoulder presses against hers. She does not burn him with lava, not when she smells the incense of the Scarab upon his golden flesh.
Minya is stone and August the lavish gold that might be forged within her. He is expensive, but she is invaluable. He speaks and she smiles the dark of the inside of a locked room. “What makes you think this is the end of the world?” She asks as her trinkets gleam, as she settles glittering eyes upon him. Her world had ended already, in poison and water.
@Random Events @August | "speaks" | notes: skidding in here at the last moment!
***STAFF EDIT
@Minyahas rolled a 4! She has been awarded +80 signos
