Broken Elegence [Joining/Thor]

Broken Elegence [Joining/Thor]

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11-02-2012, 01:03 PM

Adura
Sweet sleep, my dark angel

The shattered divinity remains gentle and comforting, and so slowly the dove relaxes in his presence. There are no demands to fulfill, no air of expectance or disapproval, and that is a blessing of its own. It seems that lately the lady had been forced to obey the desires of another being, and after that her own grief-stricken mind had taken control, driving her through this land that alternated darkness and blinding light, with no purpose but to fade away.

What a pair they make, she muses. An angelic unicorn cast from Paradise, and the pegasus god banished from Asgard. It is ironic, in a way, how they have banded together despite their different legacies. She will give him her company, and he will grant her his strength, and they will find a way to survive in this mist-shrouded place until being accepted back to their separate homes. Or so she hopes. A silent prayer is sent to the starry dome above, to whoever may be listening, her God or his family, or perhaps a different set altogether.

Fatigue is taking over now, pulling at her with an insistence that is impossible to ignore. She has travelled far today, through deep snow and in a weakened condition. It has become a great effort to remain standing, and so slender legs fold, lowering her slight bodice to the ground. The snow wraps cold arms around her, a frigid embrace that reminds her of her frailty. There is a hunger to the winter, devouring all it can catch, leeching away vital warmth while promising to bring silence and peace. She contemplates giving in, tempted to allow the snow to coat her and steal the cruel memories, becoming a beautiful sculpture rather than a breathing myth. Yet the thought of leaving Thor to suffer in solitude again makes her heart ache, and she knows that she will disappoint the harsh season. Ocean eyes close as she drifts, and soon the sylph is asleep, repose smoothing away the sorrow that previously marked her delicate face and replacing it with innocence.

OOC: It's fine. Hope you feel better soon.
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