This keening soul;
He looks to her and the stars are shifting. They are swirling and moving in a kaleidoscope above her.
Free.
The word echoes, it reaches out to his bell that chimes, it resonates in the clinking of her leaves and pearls. Leto is a lamp upon the earth and in her light the word reaches out with endless fingers that know no limits.
Her gaze falls to the tassels, once leather straps, at his feet. She looks at the sky and wonders where his tether once was. The sky is keening in answer, it is writhing in clouds and darkness and wild abandon.
His breath is starlight and in answer stardust settles along her flesh. Who is she? Who is she? the stardust echoes, over and over. Who is this girl of earth and dust with starfire in her blood and the moon’s light in her eyes.
“Leto.” She answers with that name that sounds like cymbals and a sigh. That name that clings to the air and drifts with stardust and light. A river of stars pours from him, like water, like ink. Stars glitter and oh they are cool where hers are hot and savage. Closer and closer his river flows. Stronger and stronger is the taste of metallic magic upon her tongue.
Oh the stars roar like lions in her ears, oh the constellations are moving, weaving, dancing. He is here their song spells out. He is here their patterns form. Her lips press tight as stars glitter between her teeth. That river of magic brushes across her chest and oh how it makes the starfire girl burn. Newly godless, newly shed of religion and faith, she stands more naked than she has ever been. She stands with stars in her ears and Ilati sigils across her skin. This girl is earthbound and starlit. Galaxies flow in her veins and how bright are her eyes that behold this boy and his celestial magic.
He stretches his wings and her eyes run across their ever feather and bend. Never has she desired flight, but she might now, just for a moment. Oh to rise up and meet the stars, rather than to pull them down, down to her, where she waits, this girl, this Summoner of Stars.
The grasses caress her knees, they whisper of spring looming, of bursting into life. The girl aches and she looks to the runaway boy and hums with a voice of trembling stars, “Yes. And no.” Her delicate crown tips up to the sky, a sky she once looked to for her goddess. Oh laughter, wild angry, bitter laughter is upon her lips. It burns her mouth like fire, so desperate is it to escape. But she lowers her gaze to the boy the stars have pulled her to and says, instead, ‘We are similar but not the same. Where are you from? Did you hear the stars calling?”
Free.
The word echoes, it reaches out to his bell that chimes, it resonates in the clinking of her leaves and pearls. Leto is a lamp upon the earth and in her light the word reaches out with endless fingers that know no limits.
Her gaze falls to the tassels, once leather straps, at his feet. She looks at the sky and wonders where his tether once was. The sky is keening in answer, it is writhing in clouds and darkness and wild abandon.
His breath is starlight and in answer stardust settles along her flesh. Who is she? Who is she? the stardust echoes, over and over. Who is this girl of earth and dust with starfire in her blood and the moon’s light in her eyes.
“Leto.” She answers with that name that sounds like cymbals and a sigh. That name that clings to the air and drifts with stardust and light. A river of stars pours from him, like water, like ink. Stars glitter and oh they are cool where hers are hot and savage. Closer and closer his river flows. Stronger and stronger is the taste of metallic magic upon her tongue.
Oh the stars roar like lions in her ears, oh the constellations are moving, weaving, dancing. He is here their song spells out. He is here their patterns form. Her lips press tight as stars glitter between her teeth. That river of magic brushes across her chest and oh how it makes the starfire girl burn. Newly godless, newly shed of religion and faith, she stands more naked than she has ever been. She stands with stars in her ears and Ilati sigils across her skin. This girl is earthbound and starlit. Galaxies flow in her veins and how bright are her eyes that behold this boy and his celestial magic.
He stretches his wings and her eyes run across their ever feather and bend. Never has she desired flight, but she might now, just for a moment. Oh to rise up and meet the stars, rather than to pull them down, down to her, where she waits, this girl, this Summoner of Stars.
The grasses caress her knees, they whisper of spring looming, of bursting into life. The girl aches and she looks to the runaway boy and hums with a voice of trembling stars, “Yes. And no.” Her delicate crown tips up to the sky, a sky she once looked to for her goddess. Oh laughter, wild angry, bitter laughter is upon her lips. It burns her mouth like fire, so desperate is it to escape. But she lowers her gaze to the boy the stars have pulled her to and says, instead, ‘We are similar but not the same. Where are you from? Did you hear the stars calling?”
@Asterion | "speaks" | notes: table 2/2!! this was super fun to make
