Moira Tonnerre
i will burn and burn and burn again, and you will come home safely
Stay," the tiger pleads.
Claws gently press into Moira's hip, pull her close as Neerja nips her side enough that it burns. Golden eyes turn toward golden eyes, their hearts break in that moment when they've only been reunited for such a short time. "You know I cannot," Moira almost sobs. Lips press against striped brow, but there are no tears.
"I'll come with you-"
"No!" the Pegasus snaps, eyes demanding her release. They soften as Neerja recoils, a hiss upon her lips, a snarl upon her face. "It's too dangerous for you, I will not lose you my dear heart. I cannot lose you."
"Be safe, my strange cub," the tiger consents at last, brushing her wet nose along the phoenix' angled cheeks until the tigress kisses the phoenix' own nose. Sandpaper tongue meets velveteen skin and at last they break apart as though their world has already broken.
Then, with the shattering of the skies and the fury of the fire, the Pegasus turns to devour the land as ash consumes the skies.
Already her people are crying. Already the animals flee.
Around her, the world vibrates with tension when it should hold its breath. She does not bother to stop and listen as she plunges forth after the many who went before her. Isra has gone, Moira knows, to the shores with that inspiring and terrifying magic coursing through her veins.
But oh, her heart is elsewhere - with her tiger and on the shoreline with him. The ocean that Asterion loves so much rises in anger at last, meeting world-weary eyes that break over the hill like the sun, like a beacon, like a flame of flesh and bone racing against time. It is there, in the waves, she finds him sheltered by a snow white girl, a dust white dove, a petite thing that is too close. Her mind screams, she wants to snarl and rage forward. Every ounce of her begs to lunge into those waters and spread her wings over the starlit king, but she is not here to feed the world more blood that cannot be spared.
So golden eyes of rage, golden eyes of sorrow, turn from the king for a heartbeat to find her Queen, her sister-kin, and to find Eik among the gathered. Plunging through the crowds, Moira brushes along Florentine and offers her a kiss, then she is beside Eik on the edge of the water that is so cold it could (it should) steal her breath away. She looks to him and to the crumbling ocean and mourns what will become of them.
From her lips comes a broken, lilting melody: "I am glad to see you, Eik," and she smiles that phoenix-bright smile that could pull the sun from the skies if she tried. Through everything, she has found her friend again and will stand by her people - these people - come what may.
Claws gently press into Moira's hip, pull her close as Neerja nips her side enough that it burns. Golden eyes turn toward golden eyes, their hearts break in that moment when they've only been reunited for such a short time. "You know I cannot," Moira almost sobs. Lips press against striped brow, but there are no tears.
"I'll come with you-"
"No!" the Pegasus snaps, eyes demanding her release. They soften as Neerja recoils, a hiss upon her lips, a snarl upon her face. "It's too dangerous for you, I will not lose you my dear heart. I cannot lose you."
"Be safe, my strange cub," the tiger consents at last, brushing her wet nose along the phoenix' angled cheeks until the tigress kisses the phoenix' own nose. Sandpaper tongue meets velveteen skin and at last they break apart as though their world has already broken.
Then, with the shattering of the skies and the fury of the fire, the Pegasus turns to devour the land as ash consumes the skies.
Already her people are crying. Already the animals flee.
Around her, the world vibrates with tension when it should hold its breath. She does not bother to stop and listen as she plunges forth after the many who went before her. Isra has gone, Moira knows, to the shores with that inspiring and terrifying magic coursing through her veins.
But oh, her heart is elsewhere - with her tiger and on the shoreline with him. The ocean that Asterion loves so much rises in anger at last, meeting world-weary eyes that break over the hill like the sun, like a beacon, like a flame of flesh and bone racing against time. It is there, in the waves, she finds him sheltered by a snow white girl, a dust white dove, a petite thing that is too close. Her mind screams, she wants to snarl and rage forward. Every ounce of her begs to lunge into those waters and spread her wings over the starlit king, but she is not here to feed the world more blood that cannot be spared.
So golden eyes of rage, golden eyes of sorrow, turn from the king for a heartbeat to find her Queen, her sister-kin, and to find Eik among the gathered. Plunging through the crowds, Moira brushes along Florentine and offers her a kiss, then she is beside Eik on the edge of the water that is so cold it could (it should) steal her breath away. She looks to him and to the crumbling ocean and mourns what will become of them.
From her lips comes a broken, lilting melody: "I am glad to see you, Eik," and she smiles that phoenix-bright smile that could pull the sun from the skies if she tried. Through everything, she has found her friend again and will stand by her people - these people - come what may.
@Eik @Florentine | "moira" "neerja" | notes: hi let me cry because neerja breaks me trololo
***STAFF EDIT
@Moirahas rolled a 6! She has been awarded +120 signos
