i have made the obscene decision
to do something unforgivable.
to do something unforgivable.
C
hance. It is pure chance he is here, at this time, and Caine has never detested his luck more. I arrived to a Solterra in smoke and flames, and the one day — he pauses for breath as he finally draws near enough to hear — I choose to play at being faithful, everyone else does too.Blasted luck. Even a god has come down to play.
Black wings stay slicked against his sides as Solis’ rumbling voice reverberates through the clearing, buzzing through his teeth, buzzing through his bones. A grimace splits the Illusionist's sharp face into even sharper fragments. He is not shocked. He is not reverent.
No — Caine is wary, immensely so, because when did a divine being leave the comfort of his gilded throne without a reason? And if history recorded more truth than lie, whatever reason it is should’ve sent them all scrambling from the peak like the sheep they ought to recognize themselves as.
Not approach the god like a damn fool.
Dark features grow darker still as he watches them peck like curious chicks at the foot of the living statue. And in the case of the golden one, (who is on fire, he notes, with brows raised to the skies) reckless fury instead of curiosity. She has guts, that one, and Caine is almost amused.
He turns, instead, to a figure of gleaming silver. It is his first time seeing the young queen in the flesh, and in different circumstances Caine would have greeted her. But the energy that whines through the air like static keeps him firmly tethered to his spot at the edges of the roiling crowd, and nothing, nothing will draw him closer —
“Moira?” Her name slips from his tongue like a curse as silver eyes flash with bewilderment, the white of her tail floating past him like a moon come to challenge the sun. Bloody hell. A citizen of Night at the Sun God’s shrine. The irony sits on his shoulder like a laughing crow.
He is still processing her arrival when the girl leans in towards Solis like he is nothing more dangerous than a mortal man. Fool. Eyes narrowed to slits, Caine glides like a panther across the clearing. She's out of her bloody mind. He reaches her in three easy strides. This close, he can feel the heat radiating from Solis’ divine body like radioactive waves, and his feathers curl like a withering summer sprout.
“Tonnerre. Might it be wise if you give this lovely god some respect by backing off?” His voice purrs low like a tiger's growl, white teeth gnashed into a biting smile, as his nose hovers inches from Moira’s ear.
If Caine really is haunting her dreams, surely she will not mind if he haunts her reality.
@Random Events | "speaks" | notes: -grabs mo and runs-
