A set of eyes had pinned him
Became his version of a kingdom
She's everything the devil can't be
When she's singing to me "Glory"
Became his version of a kingdom
She's everything the devil can't be
When she's singing to me "Glory"
Israfel has never been a creature of habit. It simply wasn’t in her blood. Like the flames that burned beneath her skin the Sun Daughter was unpredictable on the best of days, virulent and dangerous, a creature without a set path other than the one she forged herself. Perhaps that was why she struggled under the monotony of her mantle.
It could be the same thing, over and over and over again. Mind numbing, dull, repetitive. It bored her, yet it was her job as Warden and at least she had pride in that. There were things that she would do to change everything up, of course; alter a path, change course, go on-foot one day and by the skies the next. Thankfully with the Halcyon in bloom - ’finally’, she thought with a sarcastic roll of the eyes, - she could entrust some of the patrolling to them, like chucking the next poor bastard into the swamp just so she wouldn’t have to go there again herself.
The morning started like any other as the citizens of Terrastella struggled to return to normality after their most recent shift. Israfel left Charlie and Indy to their own devices after ensuring that the two rapscallions were awake, not wanting her daughter to get into the dangerous habit of staying up late and waking up even later. Not that Charlie’s voracious appetite for exploration and the unknown would let her sleep in, but alas.
Letting out a heaving breath, mist curling about pale pink lips, Israfel wandered through the court at a leisurely pace. The crisp morning air prickled her skin, the unnatural warmth of her body providing plenty of protection against the incoming cold of autumn. Soon the full swing of the season would be upon them, followed by winter, and already the Warden detested the thought. Vermilion eyes scanned every street that she waltzed down, a frown upon her lips but ears forward, listening and watching.
Occasionally she would pass by a familiar face and offer them a nod of greeting, but no words. There weren’t any words to be shared, not that morning. Not when her emotions were so virulent, so finicky, so… Troubled.
Perhaps it was a fool’s errand that she hoped to just ignore what had happened, that Asterion was gone, along with Florentine and Lysander. Oh, but how her heart ached at the thought of losing Asterion, someone who she had considered one of her only friends in this fucking world, but she shut that pain away, boarding it up behind closed doors and multiple locks to be pondered privately over a few drinks at a later time. She had never handled loss well, and lately things were complicated.
Regardless, the changes had thrown all of her plans out of the window. Her plans to venture to Delumine with Charlie and visit Ulric had been tossed into the gutter when Marisol had announced that she had arisen to Sovereign in the wake of everything that had happened, leaving Terrastella, once again, without a council. The meeting had been another shit show, as they almost all were, and Israfel was just tired of it. While the Sun Daughter had no loyalty to Marisol, she did have loyalty to the Dusk Court, and so she put her plans of seeing Ulric aside and buckled down to focus on keeping the homefires burning.
That said, when she saw Marisol walking in her direction, the morning bells echoing through the crisp air, another deep sigh escaped her. ’Here we go…’ Halting in her tracks and tucking her wings close to her sides, Israfel watched as the former Commander drew closer, her piercing grey eyes rooted upon the Warden’s gold and ivory figure. Arching a brow once she was close enough, the Warden called out a gruff form of greeting.
“Commander. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Having been patrolling from above as Israfel tended to the streets, Solaris glided down to roost upon her chosen child’s croup, knowingly watching the exchange with piercing lavender eyes.
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