This keening soul;
They told me this is a better place. So far, they have been right, He says, his dark eyes wide and bold. Yet Leto does not smile, she regards him with her silver eyes, so full of galaxies gleaming.
Was this truly a better place? Half of her wishes to agree, to utter her affirmation with fierce delight. Yet the other part of her curls its lip with distaste. It thinks of kelpies and gods with not a care for their people. But Leto says nothing to this boy with his tassles about his feet.
She says nothing when she smells the foreign smells - each one metallic like chains and acrid with their awfulness. Her gaze roves over him, this boy of stars. Long ago had her gaze descended from the sky, but still he looks up. Still he marvels at the places full and glorious and endless above them. There are so many places to hide there. Leto’s jealous gaze slips to his wings and the feathers that will bear him up at his every whim. Could they reach the stars? Could they find the spaces between their light and hide for all of eternity?
Her breath draws in and her lungs ache fiercely. They hold their breath together, each of them feeling their souls ascend. Her skin is glowing, the stars trembling and blinking where they lie within their sea of black.
His wings each flare, reaching up and up toward the sky. They halo his spine, they forge him like a swan, graceful and beautiful. He says he wishes to fly and still her eyes are roaming over the curves of him - made elegant by his wings that summon the air beneath them.
Slowly she steps back, “Then you had better go Sirius. The sky has been waiting too long for you.”
Leto waits until the air bears him upward, until the moon limns him in silver and the flowers sing of his parting. When he is but a dot in the distance, only then does Leto turn from the meadow and disappear into the dim dark.
@Sirius | "speaks" | notes: wrapping this up lovely <3
