Girl in the fire, do you pray when you're on your knees...
Cold; crisp night. Winter has fallen over Denocte. It is not the season of cozy memories circled around a hearth for the former soldier. The ghosts of her past do not hibernate when cold descends upon the land. Noctii picks her way through careful streets swathed in smoke. Incense pours out of the shops she passes by, their scents beckoning patrons in their doors. It is the first time she has been out since the night in the woods, where she and a stranger had been bewitched by a phantom bell in a tower that didn't exist. That seemed like a dream now, the edges of that memory were fading fast. Upon her nape, she could feel the cold chain of Xamis' pendant. It hung like an anchor around her neck, yet still, she did not remove it. It was a reminder of what once was, of what she lost in those days. It made her feel both beautiful and worthless. She was hollow when she thought about the pendant and what it meant.
Noctii watched her breath escape like phantoms from her lips, the vapor disappeared into the sky. It did not think of her. It merely departed. A familiar dwelling came into view, and a familiar figure spilled out into the night streets. Noctii recognized them only from the meetings Isra had held. She knew only their name and title, but she did not know a thing about them. Antiope, Denocte's Regent. A flare of jealousy rose inside the former soldier, jealousy stirred by the fact that Antiope would always be close to Isra. It was a fleeting emotion, but she still felt the thorn prick her as she approached the woman made of mahogany and ivory. The woman is covered in bands of a darker wood than her pelt, it weaves the entire length of her body. Her eyes are marked with small red circles, they are almost delicate, but Noctii doesn't believe they are delicate.
"Antiope? Are you coming to prowl the night streets? Is something amiss?" Noctii asked her, the words slipped past her pale rose lips quickly. She wondered if Antiope would recognize her from the last meeting that was so long ago. She was invisible here to all except Isra. She should change that, but she was stubborn. Noctii was writing about Denocte and her children. There were no books or spilled ink about those who inhabited this land. Not in the same context as she was writing. "Or are you just restless like the rest of us nightwalkers?" She asked again, a smile is slowly forming on her multi-hued face.
Words: 438 | Notes: <3 I hope this is okay ! | Tags: @AntiopeNoctii watched her breath escape like phantoms from her lips, the vapor disappeared into the sky. It did not think of her. It merely departed. A familiar dwelling came into view, and a familiar figure spilled out into the night streets. Noctii recognized them only from the meetings Isra had held. She knew only their name and title, but she did not know a thing about them. Antiope, Denocte's Regent. A flare of jealousy rose inside the former soldier, jealousy stirred by the fact that Antiope would always be close to Isra. It was a fleeting emotion, but she still felt the thorn prick her as she approached the woman made of mahogany and ivory. The woman is covered in bands of a darker wood than her pelt, it weaves the entire length of her body. Her eyes are marked with small red circles, they are almost delicate, but Noctii doesn't believe they are delicate.
"Antiope? Are you coming to prowl the night streets? Is something amiss?" Noctii asked her, the words slipped past her pale rose lips quickly. She wondered if Antiope would recognize her from the last meeting that was so long ago. She was invisible here to all except Isra. She should change that, but she was stubborn. Noctii was writing about Denocte and her children. There were no books or spilled ink about those who inhabited this land. Not in the same context as she was writing. "Or are you just restless like the rest of us nightwalkers?" She asked again, a smile is slowly forming on her multi-hued face.
... Or do you wait and watch as it bleeds
