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Author Topic: You Can Catch the Wind  (Read 71 times)

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Offline Squall Thrainsson

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You Can Catch the Wind
« on: Jan 08, 18, 06:33:01 PM »
She was too close to the border. Too close to danger.

Glory Glade was supposed to be safe. Was supposed to be about as far from the hoard, from the den of evil, from the sickness and the sorrow, as possible. The Brood shouldn't even know where it was, or that it existed (at least that was what he liked to believe) - and yet it was still far too dangerous for her to be this close to the edge of the warding without protection.

She was too precious for such risks - and seeing her alone, unguarded, surrounded by the thicket of trees that would hide an intruder just as much as they may hide her (and presently hid himself), was enough to make a growl rumble low in his chest. It was a sound that had been rare the last the Lady had known him, despite the nature of his Caste, and one he did well to smother now lest it reveal his presence. No, back then he'd expended a lot of energy smoothing his temper, siphoning it off, so that whenever he did get riled enough that perhaps he'd be a bit undignified he'd be able to cover it, control it.

But.. there was no one else out here. No one to give that bubbling rage to. That burning, electric edge that he seemed to barely balance on - a knife-edge tightrope that he just barely kept himself from falling off.

So he smothered the sound more physically, pressing a hand over his mouth so that his lips were curling against his palm rather than the open air.

Squall Thrainsson was a wilder man these days, living in an exile that was mostly self-imposed, and the woman kneeling by the base of the grandmother willow whose boughs he was presently hiding in was Lady Epiphany. She was lovely, and she was his Queen - and this was the closest he'd allowed himself to get to her since he'd begun haunting the wood surrounding Glory Glade some six months prior. Well, as close as he'd come to her while she was conscious. There was one instance, in the fading summer, where she'd curled up in the moss for a rest and he'd allowed his feet to touch the ground. For just an instant he stood there in the open, a hand half raised to her and his body leaning forward as if he would go to her...

Then she'd stirred and half a breath later he was up in the canopy again, several trees away. She hadn't woken, and he kept the sketch he'd made of her folded and shielded so it wouldn't actually crease, in the breast pocket he'd sown into the inside of his shirt - to keep her beside his heart.

Right now, though, she wasn't sleeping. She was awake, and she was too deep in the wood. She was unguarded and that was dangerous. He knew that she was speaking with the trees, that she was communing with the forest around him, and not a small part of him tightened with mixed worry and hope that maybe, just maybe, the trees would tell her he was here. That maybe they'd passed along all the little things he'd quietly pleaded with them to tell her.

He licked his lips and watched her. Maybe this time, at the very least, they'd listen. Because it was too dangerous here. Because she was so deep in the wood. Unprotected.

A slow breath, and he moved silently in toward the massive trunk of the great grandmother. He pressed his forehead to her rough skin, then let out his breath in a sigh. In a voice so quiet it couldn't hardly be considered even a whisper, he murmured a request.

"Please, Grandmother... tell her to go home. It's too dangerous out here and I... I'd be useless to protect her." His fingers curled around the Purple Dusk he wore about his neck, and the memory of the powerful Green he'd never even had the chance to set flashed through his mind beside that spike of fear that always came with any lingering thought or memory of those monsters who had taken him. Who had tortured him. Who had ruined him. If they attacked Epiphany... would he be able to do anything? Or would his cowardice get the best of him and cause him to freeze in fear - just watching as they destroyed the last bit of light in his world?

Offline Epiphany Estinaria

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Re: You Can Catch the Wind
« Reply #1 on: Jan 09, 18, 04:33:17 AM »
Epiphany fell deeper in love with Glory Glade each passing day. There was still the business of ruling, which she had been trained to do her entire life, sitting at her mother's feet in the throne room of Eddersea as a toddler, being carried on her hip through meetings and caring for the land. Dulcimer had intended her only child to inherit her District when the time came. That was the future Epiphany had see for herself, yet something very different had manifested.

The years she had spent carrying her mother's rule on her young shoulders while Dulcimer slept the longest sleep, separated from her daughter no matter how many hours Epiphany sang her throat raw calling her back to her body, had carved their marks into the young Queen's soul. She had matured much quicker than had ever been intended. And after it all came crashing down, Epiphany stood alone, an orphan with no family, a Dea al Mon Queen who wore the Red.

She had come to Glory Glade in Allure's stead, her former mentor now ruling all of Devinos. Devastated and heart sick, the people of Glory Glade, many refugees seeking safe harbor themselves, had embraced their young Queen, the unusual girl with eyes green like ivy instead of the common Dea al Mon blue, whose tongue whispered words in the old tongue and whose spirit danced with the trees and plants in a kind of sacred communion. Here she had found purpose that was hers alone, no longer simply a younger version of her mother. Slowly, she was finding her own way.

As long as she remained within the security lines of the village, she was able to wander at her leisure. There was a sense of freedom she had never known in being able to move about without an escort. She could always ask Tarn to come with her if she wanted one, or even Savior. And if she wanted company, she knew a trio of sisters who would happily follow her at all times if she allowed it and did not seek her own solitude at times. She was not lonely as she had been before Tarn had embraced her and claimed her as an unofficial member of his family, but she still was not complete, neither fully healed nor fully surrounded the way a Queen needs.

At the edge of the warding she sat on the moss covered ground, dressed in a black dress that left her shoulders bare. Ivy clung to her neck, holding her uncut Red Jewel close to her chest. Once a temporary solution, Epiphany found she held no desire to have her Jewel cut and set, at least not right now. She had grown to love the feel of winding ivy clinging to both her and her Jewel.

She had come to this spot several days in a row. She could feel a presence near by, but hadn't been able to lure it out into the open. The trees were stubbornly refusing to tell her what she sought, beyond that she was in no danger here. The young Queen sighed bemusedly, before resorting to a more direct path. "I know you're there. Why do you lurk? Show yourself to me, tree spirit," she called. When no tree spirit suddenly appeared, she tried again, mirth ringing in her voice. "Ancient one? Horned divinity? Great god of mist, moss, and mushrooms!"   



Offline Squall Thrainsson

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Re: You Can Catch the Wind
« Reply #2 on: Jan 09, 18, 09:51:32 AM »
One of Squall's favorite of all his drawings and sketches of his Queen was a more artistic rendering that had her clothed in living greenery. Vines and leaves, flower petals spun straight from their stems to weave about her collar, a crown of baby's breath and star lilies twining through her hair... and at the center of it all a broach of ivy that tenderly hugged her throat and clung to the lightly defined dips of her collarbone. Nestled there, right in the center, her Red. It wasn't colored, of course, but Squall had shaded it, had tried to capture the way the light seemed to be coming not from the glare of the sun but from the fire in the witch's heart it shielded.

When he'd first seen that she wore the Red he'd been in awe but he hadn't been surprised. Epiphany had always been strong. She'd always had it in her to wear the dark and powerful Red - to master a full Descent into the depth of her potential.

And yet... it had also worried him. Such a dark Jewel... it could put a target on her back in so many different ways. From the monsters... but also from within. Squall was not so far removed that he'd forgotten what Court Life was like, what people's motivations could push them to do for status, for power, for some misguided notion that they were doing what was needed, what was "right".

Which was exactly why she shouldn't be traipsing around here all by herself! He didn't care how close to the village she technically was.

The young Warlord Prince had to swallow another growl at the thought, but he managed and instead refocused his attention at the young Queen below him. She was looking about the trees and speaking, but not how she normally talked to the  greenery.

'...tree spirit. Ancient one? Horned divinity? Great god of mist, moss, and mushrooms!'

He blinked, then coughed a soft laugh - and didn't fully register what he was doing until he was slipping soundlessly down the tree, moving fluidly from branch to branch until his feet touched the ground. Toe to heel, then grounded. He froze the instant he realized what he'd done - but by then he was too late. He was behind her, but she would turn in a moment and he didn't have the time to flee. Even if he tried... she would see it. She would chase, he just knew she would. And the only two ways to go were back to the village or out into the wood.

So he took a slow breath, letting the sound touch the air, actively stirring it.

"Ah come on Lady.. you know I don't even like mushrooms." There was a roughness to his voice. It was a bit deeper, yes, to match the shift in his appearance - as he'd gotten taller, broader, and had filled out more in the chest. But the voice wasn't just rough from a new timbre. It was also because he typically didn't speak much, out here all on his own. Sometimes he'd narrate, or have conversations with the squirrels. And some days, some weeks, he wouldn't even speak at all.

Offline Epiphany Estinaria

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Re: You Can Catch the Wind
« Reply #3 on: Jan 11, 18, 07:50:14 AM »
She heard him as much as she felt him. Something familiar and yet unknown, calling to the deepest parts of her. When he spoke, it was with a voice she had not heard before but which held echoes of a young man she had known, a Purple Dusk Warlord Prince with charcoal stained fingertips and devotion ever dancing in his eyes. Epiphany's heart sped and the Red Jewel resting in the bed of ivy at her throat flared to life. As the trees had promised, there was no danger that she could feel, no sick twisting of Craft.

Instead, memory pulled at the corners of her mind, bringing roaring to life the sense of loss that had settled about her like an ever present shadow. It pained her to even consider that it might be really him, that somehow he had survived and returned to her after all this time. But felt so familiar, so much like...   

"Squall," she whispered, as she turned and confirmed her closely held suspicions. Her eyes captured every detail of him. He had grown taller, his shoulders broader. His face had matured into that of a young man with no remaining traces of his boyishness. His words though were still playful, still seeking to make his Queen smile, whether it was instinct or intent she neither knew nor cared. He was alive and he was here in Glory Glade. 

Returned to her from the depths of Hell, or so she assumed for what else could have kept him from his Queen? She closed the distance between them and reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck, straining to reach for the height he had gained. She held him against her, whether he returned the embrace or not as something knotted began to ease in her chest. So long had the ache been there she nearly didn't know how to breathe without it anymore. Her first breath was shallow, the second a deep, gasping sob. Tightening her hold on him, she held him close. "I thought lost you."

So overwhelming was the moment of reunification that Epiphany missed the tell tale signs of his brokenness, of the ache that accompanied the lone Purple Dusk Jewel which should have been accompanied by the darker Green.



Offline Squall Thrainsson

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Re: You Can Catch the Wind
« Reply #4 on: Jan 11, 18, 05:12:23 PM »
A breath of a whisper escaped her lips the moment before she turned. He shouldn't have been able to catch it, but the wind perhaps wanted him to hear - wanted him to know that she knew him instantly, perhaps before he had even spoken.

'Squall...'

The name, his name, on her lips caused a pull and an ache in his chest that he should have been expecting. It called to him, it dragged him forward one step, then another - like the gravity of tide to the ever luminous moon.

That's what Epiphany was to him. She was his moon. Calling him closer, drawing him nearer, shining with a magnificent and mysterious beauty reflected from the sun of her soul. How had he ever managed to keep his distance these long months? How had he ever managed to stay chained to the trees, fleeing each instance that suggested her attention?

Mere moments later she closed the distance and her arms went around him. His own responded instinctively, instantly, wrapping around her and pulling her close. They were stronger arms than they'd been before, tighter and more honed. Their hold was firm, strong, and unyielding. He was a stone giant to her frame, a hard and protective force that would shield her as much as he would covet her. Which he did.

He pulled her closer, and he trembled.

"Epiphany..." Even his voice shook and cracked and he buried his face into her hair, against her neck, gasping softly at the flood of her scent. Her scent. A quiet rumble of a growl, possessive, desperate, drowning, starved, echoed in his chest and he had to force himself to relax his hold on her - afraid he might accidentally hurt her. Deep breaths followed, slow and steady. He was reacquainting himself, steadying himself, letting himself remember her and be at peace. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a wish. It was her. Real, in his arms. He never wanted to let go.

...but I've failed her... I don't deserve her..

His throat tightened and he let his embrace fall, his hands instead running down her arms to take her hands as he looked away.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly in that stranger's voice. "I... I'm so sorry... By the time I found my way back I.. I couldn't..." He shook his head then took a sharp shaky breath and gave her a weak but present smile. "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry it took me so long."

Offline Epiphany Estinaria

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Re: You Can Catch the Wind
« Reply #5 on: Today at 07:19:06 PM »
Squall pulled her closer and her heart soared. She buried her head against his chest, desperate to feel his heart beat against her cheek. She needed the reassurance that he was alive, that he was really here and not just a figment of an aching and overly vivid imagination. When he tightened his arms on her further she responded in kind, feeling as his entire form trembled against her. He was solid like the tree they stood next to, no longer a boy on the verge of manhood but bearing a man's body in truth, the hard muscles of his back unyielding beneath her touch.

He pulled away from her and Epiphany's heart lurched forward in her chest as if to follow. His hands eased down her arms and settled in her own. She gripped his hands fiercely, unwilling to even let him as far away from her as he had already pulled. Whatever caused this distance that he was creating between them, she did not care for it and would not allow him to leave her so easily, not when he had just suddenly appeared in her life once again.

His words rushed forth in apologies she did not need. He offered her a small smile and tears welled in her eyes, shimmering against the forest green of them. The Queen released his hands to reached for his neck and the back of his head. She pulled his face down to hers and pressed kisses along his cheeks before reaching his forehead. She kissed his forehead and did not let go, did not move, holding him still against her for long moments beneath the gentle sigh of the willow tree they stood beneath.

"You came back to me," she said, when she finally released his skin from her lips. "I thought you were gone, truly gone, forever gone, and you came back." Tears spilled down her cheeks as she peered into his eyes, refusing to let him go or have him pull from her again. For a moment, it was painfully clear how young she still was, despite ruling her own village, despite the Red Jewel that rested against her chest in its bed of ivy. "So much has changed, Squall. I need you. Please say you won't leave again. Please."