Broken Elegence [Joining/Thor]

Broken Elegence [Joining/Thor]

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#11

11-12-2012, 09:45 PM

Adura
Sweet sleep, my dark angel

Drifting, dreamless sleep slowly gives way to waking hours later. Awareness gently, but insistently, rises like water, impressions followed by groggy, but coherent, thoughts. The cold is the first thing to be noticed, second the feel of the pegasus beside her, though in her dazed state she mistakes fantasy for reality. The wing resting over her back is comforting, as is the thought that it is her demon angel laying at her side. Why is it so cold? Wouldn’t he have built a fire to heat the night? His body also registers as incorrect, far too large for the figure of a man. She is puzzled, until the memories of the last several days rush back into her consciousness.

It is not her beloved dark companion that shares warmth with her, but Thor. Loss screams inside her frail body, misery ripping into her with blunt claws. The winged horse is not the one her heart yearns for, not the fallen who she had followed devotedly for years. Crippling disappointment wraps around her lungs and steals breath, brings a sheen of tears over lapis blue eyes before a stern mental voice sounds. Do not be so ungrateful. You are no longer alone, and the one who has found you wishes you nothing but good. It is better that you have parted from the angel. Harsh, but she knows that the voice has spoken only the truth. Stinging and cruel, but truth.

She still misses the broken-winged lord though, and takes a moment to mourn before forcing her mind to her surroundings. The sun has risen, though not much, and is obscured by a thick blanket of clouds and mist. The sky shimmers a pearlescent gray, beautiful in a gloomy way, and ever so faintly streaked with veins of gold. She allows the softly painted canvas to enrapture her, tracing patterns and shapes among the soothing colors, finding tiny details that add a subtle magnificence to the entire mass. It is a comfort, to lose herself in something much bigger, to melt into a trance of idle fascination.

Here, there are no thoughts of death or life, only distant existence.

OOC: That would be great, thanks!