leonidas
holy places are dark places.
it is life and strength,
not knowledge and words,
that we get in them.
it is life and strength,
not knowledge and words,
that we get in them.
The thumping of his heart is upon his tongue, heavy as an apple. His eyes are wide as twin moons and still they cannot drink in all that is before him.
He feels Aster’s heart too, quick as a hummingbird, at his shoulder. Their hearts are tandem. They were more than gold and flesh and time magic.
But the boy was not ready for the world to move – no matter his magic, no matter the strangeness of his blood. He and his twin were born, tangled, into a still-stuck world. One that now moves: large and slithering. Is this what existence means? Is it a cacophony of noise and a world that ruptures its sewn-still seams?
The boy trembles, little more than an autumn leaf called down to earth and rest. His cheetah is a shadow at his feet, her body melding with her twins. Leo looks to her and then to Aster and he knows her thoughts and yet he does not think to question how.
They both move, quick and nimble as chaos ensues. He is lightning between sky and earth, fast as a flash. He follows his sister whilst the serpent’s attention is upon the chaotic distraction of the other horses.
In all this chaos, who might see two small foals slip behind the beast?
OOC: Option 3 - Leo tries to run around and avoid the snake while the others distract it.
@Aster | "speaks" | notes: thank you for threading with him! Please bear with me whilst i work out how to write him and who he is!
