Girl in the fire, do you pray when you're on your knees...
Terrastella. It was a far cry from the Night Court, that was so expertly carved by Callisto. Denocte's streets were a bustle when night fell, and the stench of smoke was still thick in the air from the tragedy that fell upon their shoulders just months before. Long before the relic had ever surfaced. Noctiilucent found herself restless in these days, the days grew shorter and colder with each new moonrise. She had been restless since she had encountered the entertainer in the night markets, the woman had captivated her thoughts even though she was absent. Noctii had not seen her in some time, and she hoped for only the best for such a mesmerizing woman. The golden woman with ivory oceans found herself at the door that would lead her into the heart of Terastella. Since her arrival in Novus, she had found the only thing to quell her restless storms was to wander beyond the borders of Denocte. As long as she avoided Solterra, she was convinced that she was safe. Efphion would be there, of this she had no doubts. Her sister was a wolf, a ravenous one. The daughter that the moon adopted was no longer a soldier, she had lost the fire and chaos behind when she had abandoned Reth and the gods who loved her so dearly.
A vast field sprawled into the horizon before her. It had always fascinated her that the land and sky appeared to meld together as one when she had never witnessed an instance of this illusion. The island had taught her to be skeptical of all that Novus had to show the inhabitants, or rather these new gods who lorded over Novus. Noctiilucent had been so lost in thought that she had almost failed to take notice of a large bronc lurching straight towards her. His eyes betrayed him when they glazed over and stared with a harrowing emptiness into the horizon behind her. The scholar halted her gold and ivory oceans with mahogany islands to assess if this man posed a threat to her. The way he lurched forward without seeing what was before him did not stir a need for self-preservation in the woman of Denocte. His expression felt familiar to her, and her heart quickened in response to her study of the man. They had not uttered a word to one another, and yet she found herself empathizing with him. It was this realization that brought her to another one, that there was a sea beside them, who had begun to serenade the shoreline as the man pressed onward. Noctiilucent refrained from interrupting him for moments more, in case her presence would beckon a volatile response from him.
There was an overwhelming urge to call out to him, one she could not explain away with her emotional tides carrying her away. She did relate to whatever expression he was wearing because she had felt it before. Noctii had yet to become aware of this fact, and so her ivory and ink kissed lips parted so that her song would join that of the sea. "Are you alright?" The foreign words slithered passed her lips, and nearly strangled her as they escaped from her chest. Her concern for this stranger felt like a black sludge that she was desperately trying to tread through. It was a wonder that anyone, even a stranger, could evoke such a visceral response within the woman forged by the sun itself. Noctiilucent was no longer a part of the sun, she had rejected the sun that had made her. She was a ghost of the solar flares that were flung across the universe. She had been discarded by the sun as much as she had rebelled against it. The scholar of Denocte wondered what wars and ghosts were gnawing on this man's heels. It was a subject she often wondered about. The woman with ivory seas parted her lips once more to expand on her previous question, but she was forced to stifle the sound before it left her throat. She took note of the very heavy weight of the medallion upon her nape in these moments. The Sun would never release her as long as she bore his sigil upon her bodice.
Noctii could not abandon the sun, though she was a ghost. A ghost who cared so much for strangers, that she now stood in a field with an unknown man with unknown intent, and begged them for their state of mind.
Words: 753 | Notes: This will get better, I haven't written her in a few months! | Tags: @LiamA vast field sprawled into the horizon before her. It had always fascinated her that the land and sky appeared to meld together as one when she had never witnessed an instance of this illusion. The island had taught her to be skeptical of all that Novus had to show the inhabitants, or rather these new gods who lorded over Novus. Noctiilucent had been so lost in thought that she had almost failed to take notice of a large bronc lurching straight towards her. His eyes betrayed him when they glazed over and stared with a harrowing emptiness into the horizon behind her. The scholar halted her gold and ivory oceans with mahogany islands to assess if this man posed a threat to her. The way he lurched forward without seeing what was before him did not stir a need for self-preservation in the woman of Denocte. His expression felt familiar to her, and her heart quickened in response to her study of the man. They had not uttered a word to one another, and yet she found herself empathizing with him. It was this realization that brought her to another one, that there was a sea beside them, who had begun to serenade the shoreline as the man pressed onward. Noctiilucent refrained from interrupting him for moments more, in case her presence would beckon a volatile response from him.
There was an overwhelming urge to call out to him, one she could not explain away with her emotional tides carrying her away. She did relate to whatever expression he was wearing because she had felt it before. Noctii had yet to become aware of this fact, and so her ivory and ink kissed lips parted so that her song would join that of the sea. "Are you alright?" The foreign words slithered passed her lips, and nearly strangled her as they escaped from her chest. Her concern for this stranger felt like a black sludge that she was desperately trying to tread through. It was a wonder that anyone, even a stranger, could evoke such a visceral response within the woman forged by the sun itself. Noctiilucent was no longer a part of the sun, she had rejected the sun that had made her. She was a ghost of the solar flares that were flung across the universe. She had been discarded by the sun as much as she had rebelled against it. The scholar of Denocte wondered what wars and ghosts were gnawing on this man's heels. It was a subject she often wondered about. The woman with ivory seas parted her lips once more to expand on her previous question, but she was forced to stifle the sound before it left her throat. She took note of the very heavy weight of the medallion upon her nape in these moments. The Sun would never release her as long as she bore his sigil upon her bodice.
Noctii could not abandon the sun, though she was a ghost. A ghost who cared so much for strangers, that she now stood in a field with an unknown man with unknown intent, and begged them for their state of mind.
... Or do you wait and watch as it bleeds
