Self-prompts. Birth. Death. Rebirth. Drums/Dancing/Culture. All drabbles. Pointless. Plotless. In that order. AU - me'kai means nothing, Juhal and Amekai'ai are fictional.
Part VII: Peranthium
And I am running against the wind
Reaching for your light
Birth:
He will never have children, because in his world, there is no place for precious new life. Of course, he could knock some chick up and leave her, a child and a family wrapped in a bow of hatred and regrets. But he isn't that kind of person. Being left behind isn't his thing.
And the only woman he would trust with his children can't bear them.
Death:
Loosing her is like loosing half of himself. She is always, a constant, his.
He burns with her soul in his head, and razes the city to the ground.
Rebirth:
Three years later he finds her, grabs her hand, and practically smashes their teeth in his attempt to tear her mouth from her face.
"I missed you Hei."
Drums/Dancing/Culture:
The fire traces his arms on its me'kai metal stick, spinning spirals in the darkness. Sparks dance like butterflies at its tips, floating away on tiny whirlwinds. She lifts the water slowly, like kneading bread, and they act out the battle of Juhal and his sister Amekai'ai with the accuracy obtained by those who had been their.
The mortal villagers don't know the difference anyway.