[P] we are only so much apart

[Salome]

salome de la rosa

enough with the lies tell me one
more time my blood your line is this you inside

H

e does not notice her. She blames the shadows she now calls friend. Hugging to her every curve, resisting as she tries to pull to the light. Even the moon's rays are a burden. Nothing under them are innocent. They warp the mind's of mortal beings, casting long shadows upon the earth. Making them see things that aren't there.

It is Noor that first notices. Bless him, he has grown into a fine one. So many years have passed, but also so few... And she had many, many more ahead of her. But them? They would grow old. They would become slow. Their hairs would grey and their eyes would fail them. She bites back a sigh, wondering how life became so unfair. Back then, it was all open to them. Every dream and detail. She dares to walk closer, making sure she could bolt if need be.

Just a glimpse is all she asks before leaving them be. The bat needs to feed, like any other night. Denying this unnatural thirst was... painful. Even as she glances at old friends, she doesn't see them as they are. She knows the veins pump below heavy coats. The red is there. It flows like water, and it is life. So Salome does not try to stay long. It is better if she is apart from them. But temptation is real. And she is eager to see old friends.

So she slips on a rock, sending it tumbling down to them on the mountain. A slight gasp escapes the robed figure as she recoils, backing into the dark.