Juniper
beauty is power; a smile its sword
As the angels fell from grace with wings burning, Juniper imagines that they sang. Sang and cried and rebelled against the injustices and atrocities they were to bear witness to. Their golden hearts bleeding out into the skies until sunsets were born from their mourning and sunrises were softened under their ire. And stars burst from their flaming feathers, stars her unknown parents plucked from the heavens to lay greedily in her spring-bright eyes.
Amusement flickers now, welling in the pit of her stomach, bubbling through faerie veins, and a wicked grin breaks over her features as Jahin comes forth, almost stumbling as his words do. Is this what Vespera feels? This laughter and love? She'd like to believe it so as dove-grey wings settle over his shoulders, wrap him in a sopping hug so warm, cocooning him in a world just for them. Juniper is no marble statue, no broken doll. Long legs match his pace, his steps, his dance as they tango back. Out of the water they go until they are face to face, chest near to chest.
Is that his heart she feels, hammering and screaming and pounding in his chest?
"Their sort?" she coos at last, keeping that cool amusement spread on her long, skinny face. Oh, he's a delight like no other!
"Perhaps some, but never to one, She is incomparable even by...me." Secrets dance on her lips, in those star-studded eyes. And how they eat up the redness of him, the storm-purple gaze that betrays the blush. Reaching forward, the dove pushes his nose up playfully; she gasps and looks behind him. A look of terror washing over her face as the almost-goddess takes a step back, another, seeming to shy away from whatever is in the heavens.
Alas, she giggles, letting her laughter bubble like a gurgling stream, trickle between them as a soothing balm. "Nothing chases me from the heavens save sleep, but I wouldn't mind being chased by the likes of you, earthling." Juniper winks and dances back, taking the liberty to wrap herself about him once more and let the desert sun dry out her drenched flight feathers. There would be no flying with them water-logged.
"Where are we?" She asks at last.
"Speaking."
Amusement flickers now, welling in the pit of her stomach, bubbling through faerie veins, and a wicked grin breaks over her features as Jahin comes forth, almost stumbling as his words do. Is this what Vespera feels? This laughter and love? She'd like to believe it so as dove-grey wings settle over his shoulders, wrap him in a sopping hug so warm, cocooning him in a world just for them. Juniper is no marble statue, no broken doll. Long legs match his pace, his steps, his dance as they tango back. Out of the water they go until they are face to face, chest near to chest.
Is that his heart she feels, hammering and screaming and pounding in his chest?
"Their sort?" she coos at last, keeping that cool amusement spread on her long, skinny face. Oh, he's a delight like no other!
"Perhaps some, but never to one, She is incomparable even by...me." Secrets dance on her lips, in those star-studded eyes. And how they eat up the redness of him, the storm-purple gaze that betrays the blush. Reaching forward, the dove pushes his nose up playfully; she gasps and looks behind him. A look of terror washing over her face as the almost-goddess takes a step back, another, seeming to shy away from whatever is in the heavens.
Alas, she giggles, letting her laughter bubble like a gurgling stream, trickle between them as a soothing balm. "Nothing chases me from the heavens save sleep, but I wouldn't mind being chased by the likes of you, earthling." Juniper winks and dances back, taking the liberty to wrap herself about him once more and let the desert sun dry out her drenched flight feathers. There would be no flying with them water-logged.
"Where are we?" She asks at last.
