Swallow cities to feel alive...
He does not know it yet, but he has been closely watched from the moment he set foot in Solterra. It is not the stucco buildings that echo the staccato footfalls upon the stone that watches him. It is not the bright sun that casts shadows his shadow from his pastel pelt as it sinks closer to the horizon that watches him. It is a storm of ash and rage that watches the man who does not move. He is a mountain in the market square, he is the stone that the river avoids. She watches from the peak of another mountain. She watches, and she ponders his presence. When he moves, when he breathes, she dogs him like a shadow. There is nothing beautiful about the man who is made of lavender and rose. Not when he leaves a trail of waste for the Solterrans to clean up after him. His presence whispers omens into the sky, into her ear. She feels distrust, and it is made worse when he stains her tongue black. The statue of Solis topples when he exerts his force upon it. The maiden of ash, who is made from the wrath of the Sun, appears behind the fallen statue. She stands in the garden as the stone scatters across the ground, it collides with her feet. Her gaze is slow as it travels up from ruin made by this man. Her rage boils, her dam begins to splinter as she watches him dare walk away from her.
"Does it please you to desecrate sacred idols in the heart of the court that worships them?" Her voice is a poisoned barb, and her words taste like acid. They pour from her mouth, wrapped with a thick ichor. It is the ichor of hatred. Black, vile. It is the taste of comfort, and it rolls from her tongue with obvious familiarity. "You are not inconspicuous. You have no right." She seethes through clenched teeth to the man that is made from fields of lavender and blooming lilacs. Her gaze flits to the cracked sculpture, it is a fleeting glance. It stirs her rage further, it fuels her. The dam bursts. Effy stalks towards him, her steps lurch awkwardly from her previously still stature. There is war in her eyes and wrath in her heart. "Careless. What has Solis done to you to warrant such compassionless behavior? What do you believe has Solterra done?" She lets the vile ichor pour from her throat. It bubbles in her throat, it is uncomfortable. Her vocal cords constrict in response to the rage building inside her.
She is a ceaseless force of wrath, but he does not know this yet. Effy has been asleep until now. She would choke the life from his eyes full of rage. She recognizes the emotion in his eyes that are made of fire. It is like looking in a mirror. They stand at odds, but neither towers over the other. The faithful and the faithless.
Words: 501 | Notes: :') sorry for the delay. I hope this is alright. | Tags: @Lyr"Does it please you to desecrate sacred idols in the heart of the court that worships them?" Her voice is a poisoned barb, and her words taste like acid. They pour from her mouth, wrapped with a thick ichor. It is the ichor of hatred. Black, vile. It is the taste of comfort, and it rolls from her tongue with obvious familiarity. "You are not inconspicuous. You have no right." She seethes through clenched teeth to the man that is made from fields of lavender and blooming lilacs. Her gaze flits to the cracked sculpture, it is a fleeting glance. It stirs her rage further, it fuels her. The dam bursts. Effy stalks towards him, her steps lurch awkwardly from her previously still stature. There is war in her eyes and wrath in her heart. "Careless. What has Solis done to you to warrant such compassionless behavior? What do you believe has Solterra done?" She lets the vile ichor pour from her throat. It bubbles in her throat, it is uncomfortable. Her vocal cords constrict in response to the rage building inside her.
She is a ceaseless force of wrath, but he does not know this yet. Effy has been asleep until now. She would choke the life from his eyes full of rage. She recognizes the emotion in his eyes that are made of fire. It is like looking in a mirror. They stand at odds, but neither towers over the other. The faithful and the faithless.
... Spit them out when I'm satisfied
