The World seemed much more than it was, in the passing moments where paint was carefully applied to his skin, the foals giggles and quiet mutterings drifting in and out of his ears. Those in the Throne Room continued in their merry making and their declarations, huddled close by the braziers or entangled in conversation and dancing of their own.
It is light, oh so very light. Sweet. Simple. Safe. There was no looming daggers behind deceptively exquisite curtains and no scythes swinging closer and closer. Each unspoken confession and lingering thought, serves to lower the executioners sentence to the remnants of himself kept chained within an ivory cage. Occasionally they looked to him, approval and encouragement lurking in their glinting eager eyes. New flecks of paint smeared their cheeks as they clutched their brushes mere inches from the leathery skin they were absorbed in marking. Waiting with baited breath as the Kirin examined their work, and only continued when he'd nodded at them and uttered quiet words of encouragement, a gentle smile upon his face all the while. Vespera graced one wing, painted in all the colors of twilight upon the sea and sky, her hair catching Calligo's stars in it's embrace. On the other, there is a dragon, dancing within the stars and constellations. You are a wonder to behold, friend. He knew that voice, one which sang with joy at the howling wind and rolling thunder. Rain drops and lightning bolts, and the untamed currents tugging at starlight strands in the eye of it all. Another capricious and wild heart who reached out and connected with that lost part of him, pulled it through time and set it free. How long had it been? and how had he missed her unmistakable presence among the Terrastellan? Ah, but the citizens of the Night Court are one and same with the shadows. Calligo had blessed them all with her intangibility, her ability to slip in and out of being like smoke and darkness intertwined. There one moment and gone the next. Aislinn is a welcome wash of relief, the steady drum of rain against the stone walls at midnight, as the troubled mind soared toward the stars. She's exactly as he remembered her, with coins around her throat and the sky in her eyes, her voice the rasp of thunder somewhere far away. Isorath wished to go back to that night, to escape once more and simply be, where they had danced on the waves and left their troubles upon the ground. "And you are a vision yourself." He returned with a smile, his own breath of laughter ghosting across his words. "It has been far too long, my friend. Far too long." The foals are ushered away with a word or two, back into the crowd with their paint brushes and pots, looking for their next canvas and satisfied with promise that he would find them again. If only to let them paint him once more. His path free, the Kirin easily strode toward the tempest woman, nose outstretched to greet her properly. A rare show of affection seeping through the porcelain mask he often wore, and fiercely protected. "Tell me, where have you been?" TAG: @Aislinn |
