like the holding of hands
like the breaking of glass
like the breaking of glass
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ou awaken to the sound of birds beginning a morning song. their voices are soft on the breeze that comes through your window, open just a crack to let in the fresh air. you see the first smoldering rays lighten the room. oriens begins to paint his fingers across the sky, turning midnight blue and orange; the frosty signs of winter crawling in. for a moment, blinking back your sleepy tears, you feel at peace.it does not last long.
there is a flurry of feathers and blanket as you fumble from your bed, landing swiftly onto the floor to stretch both wings and legs. a yawn escapes as you trot to the door, giving the room one last passing glance before sliding into the hallway. most of court is still asleep at this hour. only the servants and the guards are awake just barely, most still foggy from their night’s sleep. this is the perfect time for you to escape; to slip past the sentinels making their changes.
you preferred wandering the halls yourself, hoping to find something new and exciting. searching for trouble wherever you could. perhaps even listening for gossip about the murders. despite how terrified you truly were about the idea of a monster running lose, it was rivaled only by your curiosity to see a creature that could manage such horrors. so from shadow to shadow you lingered, hiding behind corners and nooks in your excursion for gossip.
@ tag | "speaks" | notes: please excuse me being so rusty, my writing is terrible now D':
