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he was quickly becoming tired of this careful game she played; but she knew the risks. Her heart and soul were laid bare, unbeknownst to her company, but naked and bleeding all the same. His patience was welcome and gloriously lovely compared to her own unpredictable joy and rage.But they did not deem her a Witch Child for nothing.
Her gaze flickered over his coat of starry skies and galaxies; a shred of longing stabbing her in the chest as she took note that the flecks of white on his navy skin did not move. The rosy woman's lips pulled with a phantom smile tinged with sadness, and nostalgia; for she would never forget when she Saw him before, once upon a dream. His coat would have mirrored the skies high above him, but now.. the slumbering magic in this world stole that enchanting beauty from him, and her heart thundered with that very knowledge.
My apologies. I am Astarael. I have no recollection of how I came to be in this place – I simply awoke, and here I was.
She tried and failed to hide the sharp intake of her breath as his lips formed his name. Now, they were no longer strangers. One step closer to the something more that her withered heart and old soul burned for. Nimue had been an immortal goddess once; a guardian, a solitary watcher alongside her twin, her other half. But now, she was chained and cursed inside a mortal body, with very, very mortal feelings. The hatred of her damnation was flesh and bone and breathing not a few feet to her side; however, her greatest joy -- save for her brother -- was also that same starry man that reflected the galaxies all around them. A universe, perhaps, mirrored on his skin of navy blue; something that had her heart thundering the more and more she noticed every star on his skin like ivory freckles.
Nimue despised the game she was playing then; and only for a moment, before sensibility wrung through her like a harsh drum of reality. She could not tell him the truth.. not now, maybe never. How could she possibly explain to him that she had fallen in love with him eons ago; watched his life from afar and tipped headfirst into mortal romance; before because of such a thing, she was condemned to this life now? How could she?
No.. she could not tell him. Not yet.
Her sharp gasp was audible this time as Astarael moved closer to her -- side by side to her now -- the two of them galaxies and rose-colored thorns. The witch's delicate ears flickered at the rumbling growl behind her, before her good eye caught the sight of several wolf pups in the darkness. Their mother fae toed the tree line and shadows, her warning heard and serious as the pups braved the water's edge. From the corner of her gaze, Nimue saw her -- lover? -- company smile towards the mother dam, and instantly a shred of warm found it's way in her cold, shriveled soul.
Magnificent creatures, aren’t they? And so brave at such a young age!
A soft, albeit impatient grin touched her lips and furrowed her brow as she, too, watched the pups play on the shores of the river. "Yes, yes they are," she replied, mindlessly and barely audible.
I hope I do not intrude, but have you any of your own?
His sidelong glance had her swooning, but his words sparked a new blaze of wildfire that had her huffing. Her delicate crown jerked at the very thought, the intrusion of such a question, such an inquiry. She moved immediately, creating distance, creating waves, an ocean between them. The glade was burning in crimson all around her; her gaze narrowed and pinning him down where he stood. She barely heard the whimpers of frightened pups as she rounded, the glowing amethyst at her throat pulsing faster and faster as it illuminated her face in a haunting, indigo glow.
Truly now, he would come to see why her court called her a witch. A title she wore with pride; but now he would know.. least of all, forget.
"You are in no position to ask me such nonsense questions," she spat, her anger broiling, a tempest of flame and rage the color of scarlet, "we barely know each other. Don't you ever, ever ask me such things again."
And in her fit of rage and simmering anger, the Witch Child disappeared; galloping into the darkness and leaving Astarael with no more than a second thought.
@astarael ohh my lanta I'm so sorry for her bi-polar ness! If you'd like we can close this thread up and start a new one?
