[AW] standing in a wasteland [repost]

[Forseti]

A god had followed her across the sky, wielding thunder and lightning as protest to her continued absence from her home. The atmosphere around her shook like a force as the particles parted to make way for rain; the clouds, heavy, sighed relief and opened their grey bodies. Nothing remained untouched, not even her--one of the earth, a piece of the nature from which the rain was borne. It was a mist across the expanse of her sight, a mutable wall only few willingly crossed. If she was one of them there was no indication of either choice made. It was a storm that waged war with the land, sky and earth, and in the end neither would be victorious. It was a simple system, she knew--they would tire themselves out from futile effort made and slink off, tails tucked, to save the battle for another day. It would end just as it came, without flourish or hesitation. And she would, as always, remain mired in the middle.

The castle walls lined one side of her, the rain an endless dominance to claim everything it touched. Giant gentle wings hung loose against her figure, tips kissing the sodden ground beneath her weight. The fortress loomed, neither glaring nor inviting with invisible eyes, but it was the opposite way she looked; out, out toward the fields of wet fog as she and everything around her was bombarded with a stinging, relentless deluge. She made no motion toward the opening in the stone walls, made no movement at all as she stood a statue with the storm raging around them.

Vultures circle overhead

people love to watch a wreck

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position is the meeting between the meadow and the court, with the castle off to one direction and the meadow in the other

repost from many many moons ago... :')

[Aion]

AION The days had been swept together in one long and endless blur ever since the music and arts festival. So much had happened, and yet none of it had made any difference to aion to Aion; nothing except for the warm embrace of his lover, and the realization that the days were gradually growing colder and shorter. It made the company of a warm body all that more welcome. He was content, perhaps more so. His worries were gone and forgotten, overshadowed with a single look from his beloved. Nothing else in the world mattered more than the face smiling up at him, the body wrapped tightly around his own. But as the days continued on and on, Aion found he couldn’t stay put. He needed to get out, if only for a bit; he needed to run, to feel his blood pumping, to hear his heart beating. So he kissed his still-sleeping Eros goodbye, reassuring him he would be back and slipping out as quietly as he could. It wasn’t long into his run before the clouds began to weep, but he continued on anyway; relishing the feel of both rainwater and sweat rolling down his sides. He only stopped when he saw a figure in the distance, standing as a lone sentry amidst the deluge. His stride came to a full halt, as he stood there and inspected the winged equine. For a long moment he stared, gauging whether or not she would see him or move first—or whether she was even alive, for she seemed as still as a statue. Slowly, cautiously, he continued his approach. “The storm is only just beginning,” he mused, keeping a subtle distance from the pegasus. “I fancy it may continue on like this for hours.” A million questions flashed through his mind, each of them begging to be voiced. But for now, he spoke no more. @Forseti <3 ”are you still talking?”

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