MESSALINA
Cerulean eyes blinked once, twice, as the dappled girl’s blunt words lay cold and foreign against her skin. It perplexed her, this suspicion, and Messalina felt the familiar, smothering dread that crept through the pits of her stomach whenever she had disappointed Mother in some way—which had been very, very often. But precisely because of that, neutrality remained firmly rooted across her pale visage; her fierce pride would not allow an inkling of struggle, of weakness, to mar an otherwise cool, even gaze.
Yet, to herself she would be honest—and the girl grudgingly admitted that hostility still ate at her much more than she would’ve liked it to.
After a swift moment of silent deliberation, Messalina reached the conjecture that though she had originally set off to seek excitement, she did not wish to find it in petty antagonism.
"I suppose you raise a fair point. Forgive me for my poor manners; your appearance gave me quite the shock.” A pleasant smile tipped her lips upwards, yet her gaze remained steely with the effort of holding back equally cold words as she sank low into a bow.
"I am Messalina, and I arrived very much like you to this land some months ago. Considering that we have made the proper introductions, may I now consider you an acquaintance?” A chilling wind gushed over them then, and strands of Messalina’s carefully woven braid whipped across her eyes as it unraveled. She brushed it back, irritated. It had taken her ages to do her hair.
"Noctiilucent, Ashes of the Sun. We can either further acquaint ourselves here, where we’ll freeze to death before either of us can finish retelling our histories, or we can head towards a cove I know of nearby.” Her tone was light, devoid of venom (or much of anything, really) as she found she wielded venom rather poorly. But exasperation managed to leak into her words, as she was chilled to her bones and if only this stubborn girl would listen. How could she suspect her so, when Messalina had not done a thing to warrant that suspicion?
With an inward sigh, weary eyes trailed to the crashing waves that thundered across the relentless sea. It would be high tide soon. If Noctiilucent did not make up her mind quickly, Messalina would not take it upon her conscience to leave her on the shores and turn back the way she came.
Yet, to herself she would be honest—and the girl grudgingly admitted that hostility still ate at her much more than she would’ve liked it to.
After a swift moment of silent deliberation, Messalina reached the conjecture that though she had originally set off to seek excitement, she did not wish to find it in petty antagonism.
With an inward sigh, weary eyes trailed to the crashing waves that thundered across the relentless sea. It would be high tide soon. If Noctiilucent did not make up her mind quickly, Messalina would not take it upon her conscience to leave her on the shores and turn back the way she came.
eyes so blue,
I drown.
I drown.
@Noctiilucent
yeesh this post is pretty short, sorry D:
yeesh this post is pretty short, sorry D:
