“We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.”
“You only say that because you have never seen Denocte with a bonfire at your back and the moon overhead.” Her retort is sharp as a wolf baying at the moon, hot compared to all the snow of him. Isra can't help but sigh and think how wonderful it is to feel fierceness instead of sadness.
If she knew he was thinking of dragging her between the waves she would have turned every ounce of sand at his hooves into metal bars. She could have caged him like a sick lion. But of course he steps back like a shy thing and Isra forgets all about his fangs and Fable's rage.
She wants to close this fresh distance between them and remake the cracks in his gaze with steel and petals instead of ice and snow. There is a part of her that wants to fill the space between them with the names of every constellation above them. Ink boils up insider her and puddles behind her teeth. She aches with the ocean of words and stories that want to flow out of her like a tide.
Bring him by way of the sea. Fable says as he swoops low enough to to drag his tail through the waves like a sword. He lingers there, poised in the breeze like a hummingbird. Each of his eyes flashes like a slow moving storm. He feels colder than the bottom of the sea (he's worried), but he knows the sea belongs this him more than it belongs to any unicorn who thinks himself a shark.
Isra, hears only the word home that Fable doesn't say. She only feels the stories and the ink and the need to paint out maps made of stars instead of lines. So she decides to walk back towards the sea and she tosses her horn into a sliver of moonlight. The lights of the city dance on the tip of her horn as if they live only by her magic.
Maybe they do.
“Would you like to find out?” She offers instead of answering him simply. A single hoof rests in the water and her chain jingles finely with a shiver as the water cools the last of summer's heat from her skin. Still something in her gaze looks like black ink and something else in her eyes looks like violence.
Tonight there could be more than one monster of the sea.
@Amaroq
