am i still rebuilding
bone by fragile bone ?
bone by fragile bone ?
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olors blur and blend as she outraces even the wind. Skies turn dark, darker than the black of El Rey's skin when it was so gently pressed against her own in welcome and apology. Sensations run like lightning through her veins as she runs like a storm over the clouds. Juniper is a force to be reckoned with.
No mortal could dare keep up on land, no winged thing would dare move into her path. Like a freight train she barrels through the sky: a natural disaster, a falling star. Ash blocks out her sunlight, but she knows what it is to fly in the dark. There are no trees here that once kissed her cheeks in the night, only the falling embers of an unhappy world and the gods unsettled. For a moment, the ethereal woman wonders what they have done so wrong to displease Vespera, to earn her disfavor. But then there is a streaking of brown below, the surging of the man she met who laughed with his heart instead of his head.
He is on the ground and in the water and a roaring behind her and electricity in the air warns Juniper that there is magic brewing in the clouds. They would take her to ground if they could, but she is quicker than the wrath of a King.
Diving down, faster than a falling star, almost to the point where she should (she would) burn up and break if the ground opened its arms wide enough, Juniper aims for the shoreline where a silver man walks and a brown man draws in his magic and a unicorn froths at the lips to take on the world.
Their anger, their unease, it breeds dissent and concern in the gathering crowds. The whole of Novus comes to watch their undoing.
Time slows as she descends, body plummets faster and faster and she is in free-fall. She is weightless. Then, at the last minute, wings arch out casting a shadow over the king and the queen and the tyrant until she lands with enough force in the riotous waters for them to rebel. They rise up, they soak the world with her welcoming.
And from the waters she rises.
Spring green eyes, new green eyes, flicker over them as she goes right to Asterion and rises her wings over them. The water does not touch his back from above and slowly her right wing beats carefully. The winds push back the spray of the sea, push back the intruding water that creeps closer. Oh, Juniper is not a fighter, she was bred a lover, but she would fight for the man of starlight and smiles. "Direct me," she whispers against his cheek with steel in her voice and fire in her eyes.
@Asterion @Isra @Raum | "speaks" | notes: crash landing is becoming our forte 8)
***STAFF EDIT
@Juniperhas rolled a 2! She has been awarded +20 signos
