Isra who walks alone
"Even in penance is beauty; blessed are all the ocean’s drowned!”
"Even in penance is beauty; blessed are all the ocean’s drowned!”
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“id they?” The queen says her eyes eyes turn bright like crystals in her face. They are all sharp edges and a heavy gavel swinging in the darkness pooling between the weak light streaming through the windows. She closes the distance between them and she tries to very hard not to focus on the youth in his form, the way his expression seems like a shadow of what it might become. She fails.
Watching him she thinks of a unicorn with ice running up an ivory and teeth in his smile. She remembers the way he seemed like a hundred different things in a single second. At the thought Fable stirs from his slumber on the roof. He remembers the way the stallion looked at him, as if the seas belonged to unicorns instead of to dragons. The young dragon launches himself into the air, trying to locate which window is closest to his unicorn. (he's still afraid she's going to be taken away from him)
Her eyes snag on the gold smiling across his shoulders in tracks of brightness through the black. Unbidden the stone around her hooves turns to black coal that cracks a little under the weight of her and all her fury. When he finally looks back at her she smiles to see the steel in his gaze. Once it would have made her think of monsters, once she would have turned and ran to see the hardness is a look like his.
Isra is starting to develop a taste for monsters.
Now she only shivers with something besides panic. She thinks again of how young she really is and she knows that there is nothing left for her to fear in this world, certainly not a boy drenched in salt and brine. “What makes you think this is a fight for all of Denocte?”Because the longer she's been thinking about Raum the more she is starting to believe that this battle should be for her and her alone. Isra is not willing to risk a single citizen of her shining city on the hill. All she wants to risk is herself. She buries that thought from her dragon that is awake and so very close.
Fable lands outside the window and he taps his nose against the glass because he's young and he still likes to be noticed as all children do. Isra cannot help the way her smile gentles when she hears the sound, and it makes her ashamed of the way she's been all fury and nothing of kindness.
Isra blinks. “You're young. Do you want nothing other than fighting for your life?” A hundred years live in her gaze with the dark, deep blue of the sea. There is tragedy, love and suffering in the look she gives him. It fills the silence like words.
@Erasmus | "speaks" | notes: <3
