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darkness eternal - Lavinia - 04-29-2018
RE: darkness eternal - Raam - 05-04-2018 Time did not pause to consider my feelings. Tomorrow came faster than expected, and so did the day after. I did not expect it to wait for me, and yet- it all seemed so cruel. Personal, even. I suppose then that this is what it means to be mortal: To be a victim of time, a passenger and a victim. How have I strayed so far from the favor of my gods? At least I can say that I am becoming reacquainted with my body, and to my surprise it is not so unpleasant after all. I feel stronger than I remembered. I can travel quite far on nothing but grass and water, and there is something... something pleasantly satisfying about moving. Despite this body's size it is remarkably graceful. I keep forgetting it is not just any body but my body, and I am stuck in it for the foreseeable future. A loud splash disrupts my peaceful solitude. I raise my head, still chewing the grass in my mouth, and flatten my ears in annoyance. The audacity of some people! But my mood softens as I realize it is just a girl. I forget that I am just a boy now, I somehow forget even though I remember. My head is still fuzzy like that, like I am in two places at once. And maybe I am, maybe my magic is alive out there yearning for me the way I do for it. The mare does not see me so I carefully look her over. She peers at herself in the water the way I did just a few days ago. I was looking at a mask, but she... I wonder what she sees, and if it is anywhere near the truth of what she is. I get the sense there's a toughness in there behind the beauty. It is that stubborn sort of toughness that, unlike most things, only grows stronger with time. I do not mind being interrupted by her. "Enjoying what you see?" A sly smile. I take a step closer, head lowered in greeting, and slowly realize something might be wrong. She's just sitting there, like a discarded doll in the cold water. I frown. Mortals are confusing sometimes. "Are you... okay?" The last time I spoke was in birdsong- the sound of my voice now is a low growl, jarring to my ears. I try to soften my voice and it comes out now in a soft, sandpapery rumble. Better. "You must be cold." @Lavinia <3 RE: darkness eternal - Lavinia - 05-08-2018
RE: darkness eternal - Raam - 05-10-2018 "There is nothing to like" A frown tugs at my lips, because my problems seem much grander than hers. I should be the one pouting in the creek. Her self pity seems crude, and I have no interest in such baseless matters. But as she stands, my flickering interest is quickly caught once more- there is something very intimate about the way the water rolls down her body. And when I notice her body has been touched by fire, I know I should be disgusted but I am only intrigued further. The mark of flesh, the body's burdens, they seem more poignant now that I, too, am mortal. "A dragon?" I forget for a moment the pretty face before me, and I do like pretty faces. Where there are dragons, there is magic. This I know with foolhardy certainty, and it sets me aflame. My chest tightens with hope and the ember in my eyes turns to hunger as I step closer to the freckled maiden. "Where?" I can hear the desperation in my shaking voice and it makes me want to vomit. Her name is Lavinia. It reminds me of the night. "In all my life, I have not heard that name once." I suppose she does not understand the gravity of this compliment, but I am not here to boast of my age. I wonder then which name to give her, which face I will choose to wear. I have countless designations, some which I've been given and others which I've chosen for myself. However, there is one I go back to time and time again. I do not remember when I started to bear this name- perhaps it was before I was born. There are some things that were written before time itself. "My name is Raam." I am thinking of the sun breaking through the storm, the brilliant light in a sea of darkness. I feel myself standing taller, prouder, a shell of my former self but still something glorious. My attention turns back to her- I am feeling suddenly magnanimous and the world is looking different. Smaller, sharper, sadder. "What happened to you, Lavinia?" I generously give her my full, intense attention. @Lavinia aha sorry he's a bit more of a douche than I planned xD just so you know I'll be out of town until next Wednesday, most likely without time to write <3 |