Come to me in the night hours
I will wait for you
Contemplative, he watched the night sky above and let the stars cast their gleam in his eyes. They twinkled welcomingly if shy; like fae creatures unsure of the guest that walked through their lands, sending whispers through a forest of their arrival. Guest as he was, Eidolon could not recognize these stars. In his homeland they were quite different. In shape, in colors, in the intensity of their light, in the way they patterned themselves into stories and figures. In every way he could imagine these were strangers to him. There were more pressing differences than the stars, but he dreaded the thought of everything else. Though, they increasingly began to creep in, despite his unwillingness to consider their deeper meaning. What did it mean to be mortal? Before this night he had not known. Now though, he could feel it like a spider’s web he could not escape from. Eventually, that spider would find him and there was no amount of fighting he could do to stop it. The concept of age was new to him. Time was no longer a passive force, it held his life in a fanged grip and tore away at him ever so slowly. How was it even possible to be so fragile?
As much of a shock as it came to him, Eidolon did not feel what he would describe as an impending sense of meaninglessness or melancholy. He had known that feeling for far too long in his birthplace as the exiled deity. This was more of a thrill: a chance to make the most miniscule of existences something so much grander. Nothing was certain, but he felt this was right for him, even if the loss of his true power was devastating. Not even a drop of his original power was left. Forever would he be separated from the grand darkness that had given him life. At least, the void he was used to. Now he could sense something similar but different. The night was no longer his domain, but surely it was someone’s. He wondered, would his presence in this new place make him an enemy, or was he now just another part of this world? Not knowing made Eidolon uncomfortable but he was used to the unknown.
Beyond his musings, and beyond the mortal worries that would plague his mind, there was the thought of one other being. Jezanna. He had not come to this new world alone. Partially in worry, and partially in an envious need to know she was in fact walking this new earth with him, he sought out the young moon. Her parents had spurned him any chance at happiness, and he wanted to be certain he had taken theirs. Even from the bitterness in his heart though, Eidolon felt a tinge of guilt. One he eviscerated and left in a far away place within his mind. He was not in the wrong… this was justice, and love. All he had done for hope of love, that was what he told himself and soon came to believe in earnest.
Turning his gaze from the sky, he kept a steady pace to. . . anywhere. Where he was exactly he could not say. It was beautiful though, and he knew Jezanna was drawn to beautiful places. The field rolled in hills like an ocean of grass in which the wind pushed them about like waves. So full of life and color; a pastoral wonderland of spring. It was the sort of thing he had never gotten much of a chance to admire before. He could see why Jezanna had loved to visit her world before; he only hoped she could come to love this world just as much. Somewhere under these stars she was there, he knew it; and eventually their intertwined destinies would bring them back together.
As much of a shock as it came to him, Eidolon did not feel what he would describe as an impending sense of meaninglessness or melancholy. He had known that feeling for far too long in his birthplace as the exiled deity. This was more of a thrill: a chance to make the most miniscule of existences something so much grander. Nothing was certain, but he felt this was right for him, even if the loss of his true power was devastating. Not even a drop of his original power was left. Forever would he be separated from the grand darkness that had given him life. At least, the void he was used to. Now he could sense something similar but different. The night was no longer his domain, but surely it was someone’s. He wondered, would his presence in this new place make him an enemy, or was he now just another part of this world? Not knowing made Eidolon uncomfortable but he was used to the unknown.
Beyond his musings, and beyond the mortal worries that would plague his mind, there was the thought of one other being. Jezanna. He had not come to this new world alone. Partially in worry, and partially in an envious need to know she was in fact walking this new earth with him, he sought out the young moon. Her parents had spurned him any chance at happiness, and he wanted to be certain he had taken theirs. Even from the bitterness in his heart though, Eidolon felt a tinge of guilt. One he eviscerated and left in a far away place within his mind. He was not in the wrong… this was justice, and love. All he had done for hope of love, that was what he told himself and soon came to believe in earnest.
Turning his gaze from the sky, he kept a steady pace to. . . anywhere. Where he was exactly he could not say. It was beautiful though, and he knew Jezanna was drawn to beautiful places. The field rolled in hills like an ocean of grass in which the wind pushed them about like waves. So full of life and color; a pastoral wonderland of spring. It was the sort of thing he had never gotten much of a chance to admire before. He could see why Jezanna had loved to visit her world before; he only hoped she could come to love this world just as much. Somewhere under these stars she was there, he knew it; and eventually their intertwined destinies would bring them back together.
@ Jezanna
