leonidas
holy places are dark places.
it is life and strength,
not knowledge and words,
that we get in them.
it is life and strength,
not knowledge and words,
that we get in them.
The boy did not see the way the sun slowed as she reached for the mid-sky. He did not see the way the sea breathed in its last until its sea-salt lungs fell still. All the sea is a gasp, held tight. The waves rear back and stop. They reach down, down and stop…
The birds of the sky hang like stars. They are dark slashes and dots that once wheeled and swirled upon the wind. But even the wind is now still.
Leonidas turns to his sister, that little creature of ivory and gold. She is marble to his eyes, but he marvels again and again at the soft of her skin beneath his touch. She is not snow, nor cloud, now white glittering star. His body knows how warm she is and what it was to grow, existing beside her with their limbs tangled and their gold eyes shut.
His toothless gums playfully pinch the skin of her neck. His small wings flare, barely gold. They are more shadowed earth that splitting sun. The boy runs, over a too-still beach and only the sound of childrens laughter wafts into that frozen air. It echoes in the absence of sound. Not once does Leonidas recognize this strange, strange place. Not once does he consider that the world should be moving around him. Or that anything more exists beyond his sister and the distant silhouettes of his parents, who stand together, staring up at the sun.
His wings beat, and for a moment a boy can dream. For a moment he is flying and soaring and the wind is holding him, carrying him. Yet never once do his young feet leave the sand, never once does the wind gather at his summoning. But nothing matters to a dreamer boy when the sand is soft as clouds and the wind is a gale as it bears him on like a god.
He flies back, to his sister, pressing his hot lips into her nape, biting, tugging and her mane. “Come on, Aster!” the gold boy whines when she does not fly fast enough, when she brings a god-boy down from his astral throne. For what is a god without a goddess? What is a boy without a girl, the moon without the sun, yin without yang, a twin without their other…
@Aster
The birds of the sky hang like stars. They are dark slashes and dots that once wheeled and swirled upon the wind. But even the wind is now still.
Leonidas turns to his sister, that little creature of ivory and gold. She is marble to his eyes, but he marvels again and again at the soft of her skin beneath his touch. She is not snow, nor cloud, now white glittering star. His body knows how warm she is and what it was to grow, existing beside her with their limbs tangled and their gold eyes shut.
His toothless gums playfully pinch the skin of her neck. His small wings flare, barely gold. They are more shadowed earth that splitting sun. The boy runs, over a too-still beach and only the sound of childrens laughter wafts into that frozen air. It echoes in the absence of sound. Not once does Leonidas recognize this strange, strange place. Not once does he consider that the world should be moving around him. Or that anything more exists beyond his sister and the distant silhouettes of his parents, who stand together, staring up at the sun.
His wings beat, and for a moment a boy can dream. For a moment he is flying and soaring and the wind is holding him, carrying him. Yet never once do his young feet leave the sand, never once does the wind gather at his summoning. But nothing matters to a dreamer boy when the sand is soft as clouds and the wind is a gale as it bears him on like a god.
He flies back, to his sister, pressing his hot lips into her nape, biting, tugging and her mane. “Come on, Aster!” the gold boy whines when she does not fly fast enough, when she brings a god-boy down from his astral throne. For what is a god without a goddess? What is a boy without a girl, the moon without the sun, yin without yang, a twin without their other…
@Aster
@Leonidas | "speaks" | notes:
STAFF EDIT***
@Leonidashas rolled a 6! He has found an iridescent feather on the island, that may come in handy on a future adventure...
This feather will grant him an extra roll in a future SWP RE.
