“a fathomless chaos of eternal night.”
Ah, she thinks, he is not ready.
It's there like scripture in the titanic violence of his youth. She can read the lines of it in the gold cut through his skin. All she can see of him is the faint touch of the fantastic in the way his teeth are only brave enough to snap at flies and ash. He's too far away now, to peel back all the layers of her and watch the way her light would pool at her belly in droplets of dew.
She almost regrets that he wasn't bold enough to leech a universe out from the bloody hollow of her throat. Then, then, then--
-then she could have saved him, anointed, blessed him.
But he's already walking away, towards the cool gloaming darkness. The curl of his spine is lupine, although she thinks that he doesn't know enough about the ways in which a wolf is made to stalk, and growls, and bare his teeth. He is not bold enough to hold her, not yet. Eshek is made for starving wolves, and dragons, and snakes bursting from the sand with venomous fangs and gnashing tongues.
So she does not follow the way that her light does. Her red, bloody-redness, only stands as still as the moon at midnight. Only her light is reaching for him now. It's saying, don't go, don't go.. And maybe it's begging for titanic lighting, and rage, and the discovery of what will be left of her when all this mockery of skin is peeled back from her brightness.
But again, there is that thought, ah, and an inhale, he is not ready. So it's away that she turns, towards the memory of a roaring sea and a wall of ivy beating to the same song as her universe. She turns back towards wrongness, towards things not as simple as dark forests. She turns back to the places that boys who have not learned how to truly growl do not dare to go.
Eshek dares. Her growl shakes loose the stars and sheds layers of silver off the moon like young spiders. All her brightness flares solar. “Remember then, it's always the sea. Remember that when the darkness starts to feel hot and molten against your skin and all you want is salt.”
And then Eshek, the one is is more than a star or moon chewed out from the darkness, does not look again at him as she walks back towards the shore stretching out like bone.
@Erasmus
