REICHENBACH'S BAE
Winter winds, premature but full of ice, carry the Dusk girl in above the jagged peaks. Its chill bites as her limbs and ruffles the golden feathers of her wings. Its touch upon her cheeks is the promise of snow flurries, and white, white mornings yet to come.
The ground has long ago opened its arms to the impeding winter and frosty grasses crunch beneath her feet as the Dusk girl lands. Florentine’s breath is a cloud of frost that withers and fades into the silvery blue of the morning sky.
The dawn is dreariest here, the land so consumed by night that the flower girl wonders if only daylight truly knows how to conquer the dark. Dawn light so weakly glimmers that even the mountain peaks feel only a weak phantom of Delumine’s glory.
Her feet skitter skip, weaving around sparse grasses and frost painted rocks as surely as a stream pours down the mountainside. Yet this girl is not as sure as water here, because, with every beat of her wings that flew her closer and every beat of her heart, she wondered why.
Why is she here at dawn and not at night when Denocte awakens with eyes of blazing fire and smiles that dance and dance?
Her every step is light and feverish, the dagger beating erratically at her breast. It’s every stroke against her breast reminds her heart of its wings and her soul of its restlessness. Dusk’s crown is heavy upon her head, but where it should have turned the girl as steadfast as an elder tree, rather, she has become its leaves, set free by the wind.
The wind has blown its flighty girl here and she will now never know why for her eyes settle upon a shadow-drenched figure. Its presence is familiar enough to dash every thought from Florentine’s mind and fill it with the song of gypsy coins chink and sighing feathers; none of whose are Reichenbach’s. The Dusk girl knows her lover too well and this shadow is too slender, too fine. It walks like a dance and stalks like a cat and sounds a drum beat in Florentine’s breast that lights the her up like gasoline.
Aislinn She breaths the name with white, white smoke and wonders just what this dreary dawn has in store for these two girls.
@Aislinn eeeeee lets do thissss <3
