the Rift


[OPEN] fireflies (in my heart)

Enna Posts: 172
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels
#1
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
THEN I WILL FOLLOW YOU IN TO THE DARK


You walk the same shores that you had brought him to, weaving through the little palms that you had played hide and seek in, the same sand that had been built in to mounds fashioned after castles, decorated with little seashells and pieces of driftwood; along the tide that the two of you lay beside that night, watching the stars and laughing, telling stories of the things you’d seen, listening to all his hopes and dreams, all of the things he would do someday when he becomes old enough, strong enough. It had been the first time in too, too long that you had felt whole. You sigh quietly to yourself as those precious moments become thorns in the face of his absence, in the face of his angered words when you had left him within your little alcove in the Basin (never expecting him to not be there when you returned, having given him an ounce of the independence he had craved so badly), too hurt, afraid of letting him see just how deep his adolescent rebellion, despite your understanding of its normalcy, had cut you.

“Zi?” It is called as you round a little hill with an indentation in its side, your head poking into the little cavern, dimly lit by the sun’s lukewarm rays, but when there is no movement inside, you recede, pausing to catch your shaking breath. Despite the time that you have taken to restore yourself, the week to search from everywhere between the Basin and the sea (the first place you had thought to search, he had been so drawn, as if it were the tides, not the mountains and valleys, were where he belongs) when it should have only been days, you are still not yourself. Your legs tremble beneath you, in your chest a deep ache that has followed you from the cold of the North, the marks on your back still open, oozing. You would be angry if your guilt and worry had not taken that from you; angry at the scum who had put you in this situation, the boy who had chosen to run when he should have stayed, yourself for being too stubborn to ask for help, but you suppose none of that matters much now anyways—that anger would not change a thing. You would still be sick and beaten, stupid, and Etziel would still be missing. The thought tears at you, and despite your eternal exhaustion, you force yourself to move once again along the shore, calling out his name.


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@December
sorry its kind of choppy/rushed. i suck at starting posts XD
BUT THEY SHOULD GET BETTER <3333
(btw its kind of vague but its like morning/midday and she's just wandering around the beach calling for her kid)
&& she's still beat up from a previous thread (mainly wounds on her back, the middle of her shoulders is missing a good chunk and they probably would smell a bit by now. LOVELY, RIGHT~)


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December Posts: 144
Deceased atk: 3.5 | def: 7 | dam: 8
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 6 (Frostfall) HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Carl :: Ccara Llama :: None Watermel0nBob
#2

She didn't know how to describe what she was feeling other than the fact that she hurt. It wasn't anything physical, her legs may have been tired but there was no soreness, her hips may be stiff but certainly not aching. Her body was perfectly fine, and yet deep within there was a pain that she could not entirely describe. She had cried after receiving her gift from the Earth Turtle, because it reminded her that she wasn't getting her little back. It had been months now and her little princess, the love of her life even before Miykael was not around anymore. Whether it was death or choosing to leave, the ivory lass was still grieving. She didn't know which reason would be worse. As she moved with such a shambling gait, not longer caring who or what should see a she made her way along the shoreline as if it were but a hazy dream.

Carl was beside her, wool pressing to ashy coat because he didn't know what else he could do. He was an emotionless creature, filled with little emotions or love for anyone or anything. Yet despite him fighting his mind and instinct, his soul thrummed for December, and whenever she was sad he too, would ache as she did. He would feel her anguish through their bond, and despite him not feeling any organic emotion he would still respond in kind to her own and comfort her as he saw fit. The happier she was the more normal he felt. With eyes of brown looking ahead for both of them so she could instead focus internally, it was his mental image of the beauty she saw ahead before seeing it through her own gaze. Blinking steel eyes she lifted her head slowly, the tears having long dried yet still staining her cheeks with their salty substance.

Her eyes were puffy and red, and if it had been any other day she would have fought to hide her disheveled look. Yet this was not normal, and nothing would be normal again because she was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. She was crumbling to the sands beneath them, body curling in on itself because there was nothing else she could possibly do. Her mind blank, eyes glazed with resignation she only lay in the sunshine, nostrils flaring the only sign of life within her because she was nothing and had failed at everything she had tried to accomplish. She had failed as a mother and lover and everyone she cared for was leaving to her and at this moment in time the only damn person who seemed to tolerate her was a grumpy old bitch who had needed her only for warmth.

Wasn't this what December was meant for anyway? To be used for others' pleasure and at their convenience because her opinion didn't matter? What use was she anyway? She didn't accomplish anything in the Falls. She had tried many things and in the end she had remained useless until she finally left because there was nothing there for her to achieve. Not that she had been helpful otherwise. Then there was her beloved, the man who seemed to see worth in her yet despite this he too was distant, gone and hidden away in his own world and she didn't like it one bit. Why wouldn't he talk to her? Did she do something wrong to him as well? The possibility of him resenting her for the loss of Merialeth was also real and her scared her because if she really did lose him she had no purpose left in this cruel world. She was the monster in the closet that Isara had found her to be all those years ago. She was a shadow, cast away by the sun and not to be seen until the moon rose again. A temporary distraction for others' enjoyment. They had broken their toy and there was no way of fixing her.

"Speech"
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@Enna - sorry December's struggling

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Enna Posts: 172
Aurora Basin Time Mender atk: 6 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.1 :: 5 ( TALLSUN ) HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE
Mehr :: Arctic Wolf :: None kels
#3
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
THEN I WILL FOLLOW YOU IN TO THE DARK


She comes, swaying in the winds as she walks, sullen and somber against the day,  against the sweet salt of the sea. You watch her, the strange shadow of a creature at her side, dismissing the flicker of curiosity that rises of just what he is, from the corner of your eye, silently curled among the sands and indifference. You do not see the red of her eyes so familiar to you, do not look closely enough to notice the fractured lines of defeat written all over her face, something that is also known to you far too well.

And so she is just a woman, and you nearly turn away from her, away from the threat to your solitude (you fear that to talk would be to come apart, to admit aloud just how much of a failure of a mother that you've been, and all the selfish reasons why), but she stops, and maybe if you had noticed the sunken position of her eyes, the downward twist to her lips, her collapse would not be so much of a surprise. Your body leans forwards enough for you to sway on your feet but even now as she lays against the warmth of the sand there is hesitation. Hesitation in the face of your condition, the importance of finding your son that weighs on your mind, heart, body, and the doubt within yourself of being able to help her because of it in the first place.

You breathe against it, pushing yourself towards the gray woman. The things that you hadn't seen before now become apparent as you come close, and your eyebrows fall together, your heart unable, unwilling to open itself to her too. It is with a quick once-over and a small nod of your head at the absence of any obvious wounds that you finally stop a distance from her, ears tilting backwards in apprehension as you glance at the long-necked creature beside her. “Are you...alright?”  


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@December
sorry this is such shit. i had to force myself to write, you've been waiting too long ;_;


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