Eik is an eddying current that constantly changes, once he was a dream, now he is a reality beside her screaming his thoughts into the darkness, into the echoing caverns of her ribcage. What he will not - cannot - say resonates around them like a funeral bell, bringing forth those who mourn and thoughts that seek to ease and sooth such unease. She does not comment on his emotions that hollow out a hole in her heart, only listens to the resignation in those glad and sad tones that draw her from the world she slips into so easily when her mind wonders down pathways long forgotten and covered in cobwebs.
The torrent shifts, a leaf twisting in the breeze, a butterfly starting tsunamis, and world spinning, spinning, spinning... Hesitance curls around his heart, curiosity bubbles restlessly in hers. "Mmm?" her only reply, eyes still closed as she leans in closer, a wing carefully extending to curl about him, to cover him in a warmth and comfort him in the only way she knows how. Skin to skin, heart to heart. He can be bare here, just as she can be reckless and curious and damned.
Ah, but love. Love. The phoenix does not expect the spark in her heart to ignite, the eye of a sleeping beast to open - one that has slumbered so long. Long enough that it forgot how to breathe, how to whisper into her ear, how to tell her what irresponsible things would make Estelle love her, how to gain the affections of a court and then throw it in their face, how to be a monster of skin and bone and fire and pain. Love… "It brought me here," she offers at last, glancing up at him beneath those long, dark lashes to trace a scalding path along the curve of Eik's cheek, down the length of his face until it brushes over his lips and onto his throat.
Her wing snaps back against her ribs, stifles the beast that purrs and pounds on locks and doors, begging to be set free again. "It's a rotten thing when left unchecked. Disaster follows in its wake. Horrors creep in its shadow. Oh, but it makes you feel alive... It makes you want to set the world on fire to see how it will burn and smile when you're the only one left. I think it's a terrible thing...to be in love. It makes fools of great beings and monsters or the purest. It makes you stupid... Are you in love, Eik?"
Now she's moving away, distance between them grows with every step, with every thought. They are not violent, merely sharp with cutting edges. If he reaches out he will feel her attention probing against his skin, digging into the weariness of him to find the source, to root it out. There is not a smile in his voice, and she wonders if she gave him the wrong response. But it is not a time to reflect on her words, Moira Tonnerre has seen nothing good come of those she loved and who should have loved her. So she gives him the only truth she knows and hopes... What she hopes for, she's yet to know.
@Eik =D
The torrent shifts, a leaf twisting in the breeze, a butterfly starting tsunamis, and world spinning, spinning, spinning... Hesitance curls around his heart, curiosity bubbles restlessly in hers. "Mmm?" her only reply, eyes still closed as she leans in closer, a wing carefully extending to curl about him, to cover him in a warmth and comfort him in the only way she knows how. Skin to skin, heart to heart. He can be bare here, just as she can be reckless and curious and damned.
Ah, but love. Love. The phoenix does not expect the spark in her heart to ignite, the eye of a sleeping beast to open - one that has slumbered so long. Long enough that it forgot how to breathe, how to whisper into her ear, how to tell her what irresponsible things would make Estelle love her, how to gain the affections of a court and then throw it in their face, how to be a monster of skin and bone and fire and pain. Love… "It brought me here," she offers at last, glancing up at him beneath those long, dark lashes to trace a scalding path along the curve of Eik's cheek, down the length of his face until it brushes over his lips and onto his throat.
Her wing snaps back against her ribs, stifles the beast that purrs and pounds on locks and doors, begging to be set free again. "It's a rotten thing when left unchecked. Disaster follows in its wake. Horrors creep in its shadow. Oh, but it makes you feel alive... It makes you want to set the world on fire to see how it will burn and smile when you're the only one left. I think it's a terrible thing...to be in love. It makes fools of great beings and monsters or the purest. It makes you stupid... Are you in love, Eik?"
Now she's moving away, distance between them grows with every step, with every thought. They are not violent, merely sharp with cutting edges. If he reaches out he will feel her attention probing against his skin, digging into the weariness of him to find the source, to root it out. There is not a smile in his voice, and she wonders if she gave him the wrong response. But it is not a time to reflect on her words, Moira Tonnerre has seen nothing good come of those she loved and who should have loved her. So she gives him the only truth she knows and hopes... What she hopes for, she's yet to know.
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