(Yes, you may all pass out in shock now. I have returned. Talked
to Gwendolyn today, and - yes. The muse is back, so - hopefully, once
again, I won't have let you down.)
iv.
There was something, always, tugging her into the daylight, to the sun-brightened skies, the place where nature said she belonged. It was where the Fates said she should be, in the light, as she was a creature of myth and beauty, and therefore belonged somewhere that the masses could stand enraptured in her beauty...
However, the girl clung to the shadows now, a choice that her own hand had dealt, knowing full well the consequences of such a life.
Death stood at her doorstep. Perhaps she could not always see it, but she knew it was there, staring at her with sightless eyes, whispering to her with stale breath.
It pained her heart to know that eventually, it would claim her, as it did all things, from the frailest flower to the mightiest redwood -
Brianna tended to think about things in the path of nature, the cycle of life as it applied to all that existed upon this earth.
Everything. It all had its beauty, and it all of it had a place in the world.
Even him. Even...things, people who didn't seem natural, didn't fall into the realm of what should be, yet somehow - was.
There was a feeling of wrong to it, but it was something Brianna clung to, regardless. Without him, she knew the overwhelming loneliness that would consume her.
She'd felt it before, it was something that she needn't ever feel again.
Brown eyes flashed to her window, to the stormclouds converging over her new home, and she frowned, knowing that the light rain pattering over the glass would only worsen. Storms were on their way, and -
The first storms of her new life.
She's sure they wouldn't be the last.
-*-
The rain? It doesn't bother him anymore - he's spent more time in the rain than the witch had spent on this earth, in this mein -
But the girl with the eyes as rich and as pale as finished maple, finespun caramel hair falling over her delicate frame, soft skin growing paler, almost luminescent -
Because of him. Because she had sworn herself to him, tied her soul to his -
Or so it seemed. But nonetheless, the witch had done something to him. Though she would deny anything...
She had him spellbound. In awe. There was simply something about the purity of her soul that sang to him, tugged him into a delicate web.
A strange masquerade.
Once again, he ascended stairs, up to her doorway, roses in his hands. Roses, only half-bloomed, full of possibility, for a girl who seemed to only be on the cusp of her own greatness.
It was something he feared. And adored.
And always, always questioned.
iv.
There was something, always, tugging her into the daylight, to the sun-brightened skies, the place where nature said she belonged. It was where the Fates said she should be, in the light, as she was a creature of myth and beauty, and therefore belonged somewhere that the masses could stand enraptured in her beauty...
However, the girl clung to the shadows now, a choice that her own hand had dealt, knowing full well the consequences of such a life.
Death stood at her doorstep. Perhaps she could not always see it, but she knew it was there, staring at her with sightless eyes, whispering to her with stale breath.
It pained her heart to know that eventually, it would claim her, as it did all things, from the frailest flower to the mightiest redwood -
Brianna tended to think about things in the path of nature, the cycle of life as it applied to all that existed upon this earth.
Everything. It all had its beauty, and it all of it had a place in the world.
Even him. Even...things, people who didn't seem natural, didn't fall into the realm of what should be, yet somehow - was.
There was a feeling of wrong to it, but it was something Brianna clung to, regardless. Without him, she knew the overwhelming loneliness that would consume her.
She'd felt it before, it was something that she needn't ever feel again.
Brown eyes flashed to her window, to the stormclouds converging over her new home, and she frowned, knowing that the light rain pattering over the glass would only worsen. Storms were on their way, and -
The first storms of her new life.
She's sure they wouldn't be the last.
-*-
The rain? It doesn't bother him anymore - he's spent more time in the rain than the witch had spent on this earth, in this mein -
But the girl with the eyes as rich and as pale as finished maple, finespun caramel hair falling over her delicate frame, soft skin growing paler, almost luminescent -
Because of him. Because she had sworn herself to him, tied her soul to his -
Or so it seemed. But nonetheless, the witch had done something to him. Though she would deny anything...
She had him spellbound. In awe. There was simply something about the purity of her soul that sang to him, tugged him into a delicate web.
A strange masquerade.
Once again, he ascended stairs, up to her doorway, roses in his hands. Roses, only half-bloomed, full of possibility, for a girl who seemed to only be on the cusp of her own greatness.
It was something he feared. And adored.
And always, always questioned.