IPOMOEA
the end begins with a kiss
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s the skies blacken and the earth quakes, as all the world around him withers and cries out and struggles to breathe, he goes to the beach. A trail of flowers follows him, grass sprouting in his hoofprints even as the dirt turns to sand. Crabs turn to follow him as he passes, beach mice and young turtles hiding in his shadow, a lonesome blue bird gliding at his side. With every step his following grows, sea and land creatures alike taking refuge in the appaloosa’s presence.
The ground is heavy with water, the waves lapping at his fetlocks when he finally stops. All the animals stop with him, they wait with him, they look to the horizon with him. Their eyes are greeted with billowing clouds of smoke, a sky that turns as black as night and reaches ever closer for the shoreline.
As he breathes in deeply, his lungs full with ash; the breeze coming in off the ocean is hot and humid and promises death.
He envies Isra her horn, and Asterion his powerful magic. All around him he sees soldiers, with weapons both natural and made, preparing themselves to fight the gods themselves. They crowd the beach and together stare out at the horizon, and if it weren’t for the crash of the waves he might have been able to hear their hearts racing and pounding like war drums. He wants to be like them; he is just a boy with flowers in his hair and laugh lines on his cheeks. He is just a boy that craves the warmth of summer and the peace of spring.
But overhead the seagulls are crying out, the sandpipers are flocking, and all the sharks in the sea are baring their teeth for him. We’re fighting for you, they promise, we stand by you.
And even though he’s young and green, Ipomoea’s blood sings as he stands upon the beach. And he watches and waits for the world to go to war.
@Ipomoea | "speaks" | notes: text
***STAFF EDIT
@ipomoea has rolled a 2! He has been awarded +20 signos
