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08-20-2015, 02:25 PM
The two great forces, sea and sky, ocean and above, try not to let emotion play across their features. They watch their daughter's mourning, hear her crying out for them, but they are unable to help. She is far away, the distance between them slowly increasing as the tide rolls her father back into the sea and the sky above darkens with a storm.
"You are moving on," her mother calls out into emptiness, her voice becoming obscured as fain begins to patter through its tones. "It isn't anything you've done. You're just growing up."
And it is true. How many years has she clung to the belief that nature is her savior, her warm embrace? Every child must learn to let go, to find their own way. For too long, she has relied on them.
"We will never leave you. We will always be there. But--" a crack of lightning flashed, cutting her mother's bold frame in half. Her father's figure slowly fell like a tsunami in its tumbling descent. Was the salt from tears or the sea?
Thunder cut through the scene. Somewhere, somehow, the whistling of the tides and the rustling of the folds of silk whispered the warning still. Things are not as they seem.
Her father is eerily silent. All that could be heard was his rush, his tide, his ebbing into nothing. Her mother is the only one left who can speak, and even she is falling apart, two halves splitting and rolling away in fog. "One will come who will tell you we aren't real..." she said, sounding desperate and garbled but filled, still, with love. "...Someday you might remember something other than us."
And here the sky turned black and the white swath at the shore twisted as if in some sort of pain. It was absurd how something inanimate could seem so alive, so choked and strangled by the sea's final act.
"They are lying, Tiamat," her mother days darkly, eyes filled with shadow and body at last becoming nothing but air. Somehow, her voice is still heard.
"You need us."
In a flash, everything is gone. The endless blue, the island, and the last trace of Tiamat's beloved parents have disappeared. All around her is white, a floating feeling. Silk. Warmth. Wisdom. From it leaps her fallen companion, the corpse of the dream, the Haruspex. He is struggling, gasping for air, clawing at the emptiness with his cloven white hooves and struggling to stand, as if just waking up from a nightmare, as if just rising from an endless fall.
"TIAMAT!" he calls.
And then everything goes black.
[[ @Tiamat -- Endlessly sorry for the wait. Loved threading with you as all these characters, this was wonderful! :) ]]
"You are moving on," her mother calls out into emptiness, her voice becoming obscured as fain begins to patter through its tones. "It isn't anything you've done. You're just growing up."
And it is true. How many years has she clung to the belief that nature is her savior, her warm embrace? Every child must learn to let go, to find their own way. For too long, she has relied on them.
"We will never leave you. We will always be there. But--" a crack of lightning flashed, cutting her mother's bold frame in half. Her father's figure slowly fell like a tsunami in its tumbling descent. Was the salt from tears or the sea?
Thunder cut through the scene. Somewhere, somehow, the whistling of the tides and the rustling of the folds of silk whispered the warning still. Things are not as they seem.
Her father is eerily silent. All that could be heard was his rush, his tide, his ebbing into nothing. Her mother is the only one left who can speak, and even she is falling apart, two halves splitting and rolling away in fog. "One will come who will tell you we aren't real..." she said, sounding desperate and garbled but filled, still, with love. "...Someday you might remember something other than us."
And here the sky turned black and the white swath at the shore twisted as if in some sort of pain. It was absurd how something inanimate could seem so alive, so choked and strangled by the sea's final act.
"They are lying, Tiamat," her mother days darkly, eyes filled with shadow and body at last becoming nothing but air. Somehow, her voice is still heard.
"You need us."
In a flash, everything is gone. The endless blue, the island, and the last trace of Tiamat's beloved parents have disappeared. All around her is white, a floating feeling. Silk. Warmth. Wisdom. From it leaps her fallen companion, the corpse of the dream, the Haruspex. He is struggling, gasping for air, clawing at the emptiness with his cloven white hooves and struggling to stand, as if just waking up from a nightmare, as if just rising from an endless fall.
"TIAMAT!" he calls.
And then everything goes black.
[[ @Tiamat -- Endlessly sorry for the wait. Loved threading with you as all these characters, this was wonderful! :) ]]
