of course i feel too much
i'm a universe of exploding stars
i'm a universe of exploding stars
Aislinn sucks in a bated breath, all crystals and ice piercing her lungs like shards of glass. Her confusion and wariness is quickly dispersed in a cloud of steaming breath; her racing heart pausing, only but for a moment. She burns from the inside out with the roil of her own emotions — a perfect contradiction to the blizzard that drowns the candlelit city and the sun-kissed woman at her side. How could it be that in the middle of night, when the sandman has yet again alluded her, a woman of Solis has found her? In her own home? In the Castle Night? Who is also Reichenbach’s sister?
A child. And then there is the child.
Flaming orbs fall upon the swell of the woman’s — Rhoswen’s — pregnant belly. Every thundering thought leaves her in one, collective sigh. A long inhale, and a slower exhale, that releases the tension of hurricanes swirling beneath her skin. She still is a shadowed fire, but is it not as it was before. Because now, whether she liked it or not, this woman was an extension of her king. Even if not bound by blood; and oh, she knew the feeling of familial loyalty all too well. Her gypsies, her Rahilah, were one and the same. Adopted and bound by a bond stronger than blood itself. It is such a bond that is tied in ribbons of silver and gold around her heart and the bones of her ribs, and even dangling in coins around her throat.
The reminder of who is was is a brick wall that crumbles and reveals the truth. For if there is anything more than a bond of strangers and families, the Rahilah and Calligo have taught her one thing above all else. She had always been taught that a child is a gift of stars and blessings. That each new Face, every breathe of life, was to be celebrated and revered, for they were surely gifts bestowed upon them from the gods themselves. And because of this.. the stormsinger smiles. For Motherhood is just but another sign of the shifting one’s Face, one’s journey. And this woman before her was on the very cusp of an amazing change.
”Congratulations,” she murmurs, speaking truths where accusations once dribbled like thick poisons. Her cautiousness sits on the sidelines when her gaze meets storm-born grey. ”May Calligo’s stars bless you,” she says, swallowing hard before breathing, ”and may Solis guide you both.”
The side of her lips curl, ever softly, ever genuine. Her curiosity even so, despite how much she tried to control such a fickle thing since her youth. Aislinn can’t help but marvel at rose-kissed woman, pushing down the uncertainty of sun-soaked sand from where it clings to her skin. This woman was her king’s sister, and for that, she would attempt to reach out an olive branch. However tentative, but there all the same.
Her crown tilts sideways, a curtain of ivory falling across her face and away from her eyes. ”You said you were born here, yes? If you don’t mind me asking.. why did you leave?”
For surely.. did Calligo truly abandon the girl of both the sun and stars? The stormsinger could only wish to know.
@rhoswen ♡ thread changed to exp earning woo! c:
PFFT this is all over the place please forgive me ;_;
