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11-26-2015, 02:59 PM
Erebos
Legs stretched, reached, out to touch and cloak the constellations, limbs pulsed and churned to race the stars, and the meticulous veil of evening provided him with naught but escape and delusion. He could hear Orsino splashing into the puddles alongside him, two nefarious moths hastening without a flame in sight, barreling down ridges and flatlands, burning through their endless charades. They must have seethed and smoldered for a long time, burrowed deep into crescent valleys and lunar abyss’, watching as the splendor, the decadence, of night dared to be exposed into morning’s bright song. The pair only ceased all movement in one great, gallant rush, sliding through pools of water and watching the edges break, shatter into cascading droplets, tickling and staining lanky columns and hardened pillars. The boy let out a vivid sigh, and on the lingering vestiges of summer there was no puff of warm air to indicate his presence, no loosened shard of heat curling away from his mouth. His laughter broke over the fiery lament stirring his heart, across the keen, blunt, notions of Orsino’s untamed, savage temptations, beckoning his stride to a slower pace as dawn peeked over the horizon, and without warning, without notice, another’s voice coiled through their fabrications and delusions.They both halted abruptly, alert and vigilant, ears pricked, eyes widened, and the kitsune’s growl distorted, cluttered the sound waves marking the stranger’s appearance. Erebos took his time, fought a regal, defined interlude of calm and composure, allowed his features to remain stoic and balance, with only a brow quirking at the strange, tranquil essence clouding over the Flats. He looked lonely? For an instant, he wanted to turn to his companion and chuckle again – he hadn’t been truly alone for some time – but if she meant without others nestled beside him, without his fire-forged friends grinning, smirking, and snickering amidst all their silly wiles, all their capricious, mercurial habits, then she was astute, correct. As his gaze folded over her, riveted and raptured for snippets at a time, too interested, too inquisitive, to ignore her altogether, he noted a kindling of familiarity – though very brief, as if they’d simply passed each other on route and missions. Perhaps she’d been a part of the Basin, one more shadow flickering between darkness and light, perhaps she’d been another creature locked in the war of Gods and their disciples, struggling to make sense of their cause, their plight. But as he stepped closer, a few yards away, indulging the scorching, enticing, tempting blades of his curiosity, he noted the darker, ebony frame, the coating and dusting of spots – and he remembered her from the days on the mountain as he hollered into the void, attempting to bring Psyche’s daughter back into their fold. But he hadn’t caught or ensnared her name, and she seemed to have drifted away into some other memory with no particular existence. He hadn’t even known whom she belonged to, which soldier or scholar or sleuth had cared for her. He didn’t know anything – ignorant all over again.
But perhaps she didn’t know him either, and they were mere remnants, stuck and held together by days amongst ice and snow.
While Orsino glared at her, Erebos tilted his head, donned a ruffian smile. All rogue, imp, and cretin, he dodged, evaded, the depths of her statement, stifling a mocking laugh yearning to bellow through his vocals. “Perhaps.” He didn’t ask her if she was lonely, if the notion had struck her because it was reflected on her face, on her soul, on her longing, and instead, merely postured the normal greetings, not yet daring to delve any further into the abyss. “You were a part of the Basin,” and here he searched her stare again, bestowing names beside faces. “I’m Erebos. Who are you?”
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