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Danaë
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widows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing
in the dark, arched marrow of me

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here is no surprise in a born thing, even a born thing carving the touch of the dead, running far and fast from death. In the end, the child who thought she belonged in the winter forest even when a unicorn told her no, realized the truth of the brutal trees (brutal to everyone but her and Isolt). And had she not been watching Isolt so closely to see if they were going to give chase, she might have opened her mouth to let a songbird laugh pour out.

That dark piece of her heart leaps after the girl, and runs her through the forest until her delicate sides are slick with forth and her lungs deflated. That part waits until the girl has felt hope, and hope, and hope, again of freedom far beyond the reach of the winter forest. That part thrills and howls at Isolt like a coyote begging entrance to the lion pride and knows that tonight, with all their hunger roused, even a lion would not turn a curr away.

Despite how thin and wavering that dark place in her heart is she cannot help but step closer to Isolt, to feel the memory of the girl’s skin beneath her sister’s teeth as if the bite had come from her. She cannot help the way her tail taps against the roots rising from the ground to the very heartbeat of the earth. All the snow on her spine turns to water, and the snow on her horn melts into tears running down her cheeks, as her bloods heats with the promise of the chase.

Perhaps if a sparrow beneath the grave-bottom, the one that echoed in her chest, had not started to sing and pray to the magic in their blood she would have given chase with or without Isolt. But the song turns to lament and Danae can feel how his cracked beak is begging for a vine. And Danaë with her tiny dark soul, cannot help but step towards where he sleeps.

The girl had been too afraid to step into her grave, to really find the dead she begged to find, but Danaë does not feel fear as she descends into the grave. All she feels, as she curls up in the dark earth with a hollow space for Isolt waiting to be filled beside her, is hope.

And that hope, as it rises like a root, swallows up the dark thrill of the promised chase.


{ @Isolt @Elliana "speaks" notes: <3
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carry the world on a string - by Elliana - 08-11-2020, 12:08 AM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Danaë - 08-15-2020, 09:18 PM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Isolt - 08-23-2020, 01:02 PM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Elliana - 08-26-2020, 10:25 PM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Danaë - 09-08-2020, 09:51 PM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Isolt - 10-09-2020, 11:04 PM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Elliana - 11-02-2020, 11:23 AM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Danaë - 11-04-2020, 11:37 PM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Isolt - 11-09-2020, 08:50 PM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Elliana - 11-28-2020, 10:34 PM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Danaë - 11-30-2020, 12:01 AM
RE: carry the world on a string - by Isolt - 11-30-2020, 11:19 PM
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