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11-07-2015, 10:13 AM
Was he alright? Most definitely he was not himself, but did that mean he was not alright? He wasn’t sure. Oh right there was pain. The fire and ice sizzling at his nerves was not alright. But she wasn’t asking that was she? Thankfully the girl moves on and the golden’s thoughts are too weak not to follow.
Experience the powers of the two gods. He spins off in a spiral thinking of the moon mostly. The sweet voice, the understanding there between them. But the sun? What did he know of that God the favored of him? Of Gaucho and the Throat. Well, for the golden that’s all he needed to know. She keeps talking and the golden quietly lets her lead the conversation through. His hark trains on her while she talks, following the rise and fall of her voice in a most lazy fashion. Power. She speaks of power and the golden snorts. That particular word always seemed to confuse so many. But the details of the familiar argument slip from his grasp once more.
Then he’s just standing there, mulling over nothing much really. When she speaks again. Tired. Was he tired? Was that what this was? It didn’t feel like it usually did. It felt heavier. Then a most strange sound comes from her. A small chuckle. Crowned head slowly turns to her, watching as she speaks her invitation. For a moment he stares, lost in the mists of his mind. Then without much explanation for himself or us, he looks directly at her and whispers like a confession. “Alright.” Knees need no other line before they break and he come down beside her. The golden frame hesitates away from her for a moment, but then the mist of the lost fully envelope his thoughts, and it sags, brushing, then leaning against her. Unflinching. And the crowned head lowers to the earth, not looking upon her, and only a little tense from the pricked burn. It rests there in the sweet grass. The dew moistening it like a cool soothing rag, and the golden lets his head fall fully there.
It was perhaps the strangest thing he had ever done in this world. Any other time, any other place, any other creature it might not have happened. But here, in the presence of the moon’s cool glow, in the dew covered field with this….thing. Who was she? She had given no threat, and no intrusion. Her soft vocals and gentle nature gave no reason to rouse him from the mists he found himself. So that is how he found himself lying beside another in the moonlight.
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@Ming Yue
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