tenebrae
let everything happen to you, beauty and terror, just keep going, no feeling is final
She leaves, in the same way the moon rises. Silently, almost without you knowing. She is, simply, there one moment and gone the next. Tenebrae could almost forget her, but for the words she leaves with him. His thoughts do not allow her to leave him so easily. He is like the sea, caught in her pull. He flows toward her thoughts. Yet she is gone now and he falls away from her back to the mirrors and the stories they weave.
Tenebrae pours over them, moonstruck thoughts flowing, flowing, flowing. Magic and death, she has said. Enough to steal memories, enough to steal lives out of the minds of loved ones. For a long, long moment the monk cradles such a hope: to forget Boudika. It would be peace. His heart would no longer be shadowed and cursed.
Yet that was no way to live at all.
Tenebrae sighs and turns away, away from Seraphina, the woman as silver as him, yet struck through with gold. Maybe that is his only hope too - to be pulled back together, reforged in a gold as bright as Elena’s body.
His eyes flutter shut. He would find no rest in this island of hopes and fantasy worlds. He turns from it and will not return until it is changed.
