like the ocean kissed the sky
at the most beautiful place under the sun
It is indistinguishable at first—the abnormal churning of water, melting into the natural ebb and flow of the ocean’s waters, pushing and pulling towards the shore. It is an anomaly that is easily overlooked, unless perhaps one were to train their eyes in the exact right spot, and fixate on how the cresting of the waves is just different than the rest. This goes on for a time, the sea calling his daughter forward with a voice as soft as it is powerful. When she finally answers, it happens suddenly, all at once surging forward in a graceless summons that is far beyond the control of her fragile, mortal body.
A crest of water rises, higher than the others, reaching and reaching towards the white sands with greedy, foaming fingers. By the time it falls, crashing and roiling, there is the hint of her in its grasp—the flailing of slender legs, the whipping of dark hair, the gasping of lips. Unceremoniously, the mare is thrown once again into a world that is entirely foreign to her. She knows the feeling, remembers how it felt when she had been swallowed up and spit out the first time (the fear, the loss, the unknown).
By the time her father’s wave retreats back into his saline depths, Tiamat is left lying on the shore. With her head spinning in the aftermath of her transportation, she finds herself squinting up towards her mother sky, blinking against a brilliant light. The sun, is her first thought, and it comes with a gasp that is nearly choked from her lips. She can hardly remember the last time she had seen the sun—truly seen it, bright and warm and comforting, unsullied by dark shadows and not dim with sickness. For a moment or two, Tiamat simply lies there, basking in the friendly glow that she has craved for so long. If only her peace could last forever (because, oh, how she deserves it!) but her second thought rips through her very being in the same way a blade rips through silk.
I’m alone.
“Nimue?!” The mare gasps her companion’s name with an inhalation of breath that stings the back of her throat. Jolting sharply, she staggers to her feet, white eyes scanning wildly down the length of the beach. “Nimue! Nimue!” Her cry is one of desperation, cloven hooves carrying her anxiously through the fine sands, panic etching itself into every delicate curve of her body. She fights a horrifying realization, even when there is no sign of her beloved leviathan. She knows, she already knows that she will not find Nimue here—she can feel it, like a part of her heart and mind have been ripped away. The empty space aches in her chest, the wound raw and festering, crying for the piece that will put her back together.
Defeated, the mare collapses back onto the sands, legs folding beneath her as she turns her weary eyes out to the ocean. “Why, father?” The words hardly have the energy to sigh past her lips. Tiamat has cried countless times while captured by the darkness, but now, her body can’t seem to summon the tears she so badly wants to release. “Why have you brought me here?” Her jaw clenches in a soundless sob, eyes closing tight. A sea breeze is carried from the waves, seeming to caress her cheek as it works its way through her hair. Her expression relaxes slightly, though the pain does not ease.
ooc; Welcome miss Tia! So excited c:
tag; @Juniper
“Speech.”
A crest of water rises, higher than the others, reaching and reaching towards the white sands with greedy, foaming fingers. By the time it falls, crashing and roiling, there is the hint of her in its grasp—the flailing of slender legs, the whipping of dark hair, the gasping of lips. Unceremoniously, the mare is thrown once again into a world that is entirely foreign to her. She knows the feeling, remembers how it felt when she had been swallowed up and spit out the first time (the fear, the loss, the unknown).
By the time her father’s wave retreats back into his saline depths, Tiamat is left lying on the shore. With her head spinning in the aftermath of her transportation, she finds herself squinting up towards her mother sky, blinking against a brilliant light. The sun, is her first thought, and it comes with a gasp that is nearly choked from her lips. She can hardly remember the last time she had seen the sun—truly seen it, bright and warm and comforting, unsullied by dark shadows and not dim with sickness. For a moment or two, Tiamat simply lies there, basking in the friendly glow that she has craved for so long. If only her peace could last forever (because, oh, how she deserves it!) but her second thought rips through her very being in the same way a blade rips through silk.
I’m alone.
“Nimue?!” The mare gasps her companion’s name with an inhalation of breath that stings the back of her throat. Jolting sharply, she staggers to her feet, white eyes scanning wildly down the length of the beach. “Nimue! Nimue!” Her cry is one of desperation, cloven hooves carrying her anxiously through the fine sands, panic etching itself into every delicate curve of her body. She fights a horrifying realization, even when there is no sign of her beloved leviathan. She knows, she already knows that she will not find Nimue here—she can feel it, like a part of her heart and mind have been ripped away. The empty space aches in her chest, the wound raw and festering, crying for the piece that will put her back together.
Defeated, the mare collapses back onto the sands, legs folding beneath her as she turns her weary eyes out to the ocean. “Why, father?” The words hardly have the energy to sigh past her lips. Tiamat has cried countless times while captured by the darkness, but now, her body can’t seem to summon the tears she so badly wants to release. “Why have you brought me here?” Her jaw clenches in a soundless sob, eyes closing tight. A sea breeze is carried from the waves, seeming to caress her cheek as it works its way through her hair. Her expression relaxes slightly, though the pain does not ease.
ooc; Welcome miss Tia! So excited c:
tag; @
“Speech.”
