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he island calls to her. at first, she does not answer.she is scared of the land bridge stretching amongst the waves. the sea hungrily laps at its edges, the promise of danger woven into the crescendo of it’s song. but soon it’s a thrumming in her ear, a staccato heartbeat chanting in her veins.
she can only ignore it for so long, before it becomes a war drum beating against her skull.
it lessens only as she walks
and walks
and walks
until there is only the stillness of the glen and the soft fluttering of tiny wings. the air glimmers with some unknown magic. she feels strangely at peace with the snow falling around her. the lights dance in and out of her mane and tail, untangled and kept free from any ties.
that is, until she hears him. the words echo through the trees; loud, rough, gravelly. hey now, i only landed here. i'm not looking to do anything with any of you. her curiosity is, of course, piqued enough to investigate. what she finds is a man who fits the voice: he is tall, a crown of bloodied horns rising from his temple, a large pair of leather wings tucked into his sides. gray as a stormcloud with a mood to match. she wants to laugh at the irritation in his voice. the sour expression on his face. he looks like he wouldn’t appreciate it very much.
instead she tries to sound as sweet as honey when she asks him: “what did they ever do to you?”
@oriax
euphrosyne
—
if i love you was a promise
would you break it, if you're honest
—
if i love you was a promise
would you break it, if you're honest
