Day 4 - Memory
Fakiru Week 2017:
As light erupted from beneath her feathers in gentle, golden-coloured slats, she grew. She changed. She transformed. In an elegant twirl of her wings, they became arms. A spin upon her claws turned them to toes as she shot up. It was swift and there was no pain, no hideous bits flying up and out as the promise broke.
The light faded and left her eyes dulls. Nevertheless, they remained a magnificent shade of blue. Azure like the sky, azure like the sea: gorgeous. She was awkward, nervous at first. She moved her news arm like they were tied to strings and she was beneath a marionette's cross.
He smiled. Laughed. Cried. He drew in closer.
'Ahiru…' he murmured as his arms crossed her back.
'Fakir…' she murmured in return.
His grasp on her tightened. Both were cold. So, so, cold.
But something wasn't right. Fakir could sense it emanating from every part of Ahiru's being. This was not the Ahiru he remembered. This was the Ahiru he had falsified from romanticised memories.
Oh, what cruel mistake to break his promise to her. To resurrect her humanity for the sake of his selfishness. However, Fakir would abide by it even though he knew the girl in his arms, the beloved girl in his arms, was not fated to be… quite right.
He could feel it on her soft skin; her bare, nude skin. He could feel it in her breath that evoked a graveyard breeze and see it in her eyes; faded as fog and without humanity. Ahiru was not quite right.
Wrong.
He would abide by this monstrosity he had brought upon his life by destroying hers. It is for the best, Fakir lied.
