WE ARE DIVINE
And so he unfolds before her. Each movement is an art of barely controlled violence. First he stretches up on his legs like a lion from slumber and even that lazy gesture seems almost wild in the still darkness. His wings when he shakes them both loose sound like silken rain, a chanting religion of feathers and wealth and almost gaudiness. The arch of his neck could be an ancient sculpture made of ageless bronze, an ode to the fearless warriors of another time.
Veer unfolds and he is perfection.
His hooves echo on the roughly carved stone steps (part of his thinks he rings on the stone like the echo of time and of god). Every step she takes forward is mirrored in him, left hoof for left hoof and wing for wing. He wonders if she can see how he reflects her, how each movement seems grander when it comes from his flesh and bone.
“Liar.” The two syllables are dry as dust and as soft of velvet. He coos to her like a wolf to a lamb and his teeth look like pearl coins instead of fangs when he smiles at her. “Only the lost would be foolish enough to come here and call it searching. There is no one here for you--” Veer pauses and lifts his wings up, up, up until he is the golden sky arching over their heads like a halo. “but me.” He is the only thing here, him and her and that beast hiding in the shadows with feathers and beak that breathes soft enough for him to call it the wind and nothing more.
Veer slows his lungs to match the song of her. His smile arcs like a scythe across his dark lips when he moves close enough to feel the blazing heat and fury and defiance radiating off her like a fine steam over a morning lake. “I could help you.”The offer comes out lazily as if he's a devil uninterested in the glory of her wild, mortal soul.
a breath of soot into these lungs
@Elif
