MINYA
take that look from off your face
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
you ain't gunna burn my heart out
Well?
His question hangs, bright as a spark and it creeps like fire up her spine. She grows rigid at its touch, rigid at his presence. He steps close, gold as the sun, as a pharaoh rising before his legions. She looks to him, like a god, elegant as Bastet, her eyes sharp as claws.
Feline and aloof, cold as the Arctic, she steps away. She is the moon refusing to gaze upon the warmth of the sun. If her spine was rigid once, it is no longer. Grace oozes from her every pore. It unfastens her spine and she slips from him balletic and divine. The bells and gems atop her crown of antlers chatter and laugh at him. Pine leaves reach down, some silver, some green. Oh this is a nirvana, such perfect beauty nestled within a sea of monsters. But look a little closer and anomalies have spread like plague. Flowers gleam as metal, birds like fire and smoke within the sky, the leaves of pine trees are green and vibrant.. but for their twin ghosts that stand as if moonlit, silver and black.
How easy it would be to cling to August, to take comfort in his warmth, in the white scarab that clings to his skin. Yet she does not, still she walks from him, no, she stalks from him. Her hips roll like a cat, her chin tips up as if she knows the world adores her, as if this island is here for her alone.
She stands beneath the cold of a moonlight tree and turns at last to her compatriot. Minya holds him in acid pink and unyielding grey. She is stone, as unmovable as the earth beneath her feet. “Do you think this tree is dead?” She asks of him, her gaze holding his before she turns to the tree once more. It stands as if in rest, as if sleep was slipping like a tranquilizer through its bark.
Her heart is thunder in her chest. It is rumbling loud and splitting. Oh she feels it eking out to every corner of her being. Her lips dare to open but oh she bites her tongue down, down and does not say to August, “So you do not weep at night like I do? Or lie awake just to hear your heart racing for all the ways it could not save a life? We have treacherous hearts, August. You and I.”
@Random Events @August | "speaks" | notes: skidding in here at the last moment!
STAFF EDIT***
@Minyahas rolled a 4! She has been awarded +140 signos.
