 Aether is spiraling in her like a tornado and it's gnawing at the shores of her flesh and the cracks in her bones. With each whip of spectral wind she's breaking down and molecules of her are floating around her stomach like drops of rain that have escaped the atmosphere.
There are stars gloaming in her chest, as if she has swallowed the goddess of this place. There is a sun flaring in her heart and the core of it is oddly frozen and hard as ice. On her skin there is the reflection of twilight, pastel colors that shift and look like paint dripped from a sharp handled brush. In her eyes there is the rising of every day that has ever been. Each blink of her eyes is both night, day, and all the things between the two.
She wants to tell him she's already devoured all the gods, that the light of her is already etching eulogies to them on the canvas of her bones. Instead she too licks the blood falling between them and it tastes just like her sweat tastes. It tastes like a universe-- salt, stone and stars.
“Were.” Each word is silver and metal sharp on her tongue. She bleeds with her words and her own light on her lips feels like a pyre on her cool skin. “There were other gods here.” When he withdraws his tines she wants to dash herself against him, as if she is the sea and a he rock that hasn't turned to sand. She wants to make sand out of him, sand that could be tossed into a wind so that it might tear flesh from bone.
Instead, she lets him pull away and she understands. She understands even as she wants to crack open and swallow him whole like a wave on a single oyster hiding a pearl.
Darkness falls when she blinks, lit only by the fires at her back and the small fireflies of blood dying between them. Each drop of her falls and together each forms a constellation on the dark stone at their feet. She looks at it and doesn't want his blade anymore.
“I am already hunting them.” Eshek opens her mouth and between her bone white teeth there is the night.
eshek
“a fathomless chaos of eternal night.”
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