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pawnstorm2016-11-09 11:02 pm
rememberher) wrote in pawnstorm2016-11-09 11:02 pm
[CLOSED] Back to the world
Who: Lux and Allen
When: Slightly forward-dated to November 10th
Where: Petrosian
What: After sleeping for nearly a month, Lux wakes up to an unexpected guest.
Rating: PG I guess idk
Warnings: There is only pain here.
The room was cold and dark, the smallest glimmer of golden Chrysanth moonslight filtering in from her curtains that early morning when Lux finally awoke. Her head felt muzzy and heavy, it was hard to say whether she was still asleep or awake; a fuzzy, hazy heat settling between her eyes like a shroud. Everything seemed to hurt, and even sitting up felt like a chore, her body hot-cold and shivering gently despite her trying to will it to stop.
Ah. It wasn't this bad when she fell asleep, maybe she shouldn't have put off going to the clinic.
Everything felt heavy, detached and somehow very surreal, like she was both in and outside of her own body. In control of her movements yet somehow watching from a distance. Sitting up and pulling the downy white comforter off her, she swept her feet around the side of the bed, standing slowly. Not slowly enough to keep the dizzy rush from holding her there briefly, but pushing through it, she made the very short walk from her bed to the window. Drawing the curtain back slightly, looking down at the street below...
And stopping quite suddenly, her hand holding the curtain open, the lights from the street flooding in.
It was different. The leaves on the trees were gone, and a glittering frost clung to their branches. It blanketed the road, and the clouds looked like it might snow at any moment. It was nothing like the night before—it was far too early for a cold snap like this. Standing there, silhouetted by the lamplights down below, Lux felt lightheaded, that dull, gnawing ache in her body and heat between her eyes miles away. Was she still dreaming, or—
...The moons. Hanging in the sky, illuminating the street with their golden light, her heart stopped. The last that she saw them, they had been dark. Dread settling in, Lux froze, her hand holding the curtain like it was her only anchor to the world.
She had fallen into another deep sleep, hadn't she..?
The gentle coo of Berenice startled her and, turning quickly, Lux stopped. Staring not because of the griffin sitting there, craning her neck to see and getting quite ready to leap toward the mage, but whose lap the creature was resting on. Because surely she was imagining it, this was a dream, right?
"Allen..?"
Her voice dusty and hoarse, Lux stared, not daring to move. Why was he..?
When: Slightly forward-dated to November 10th
Where: Petrosian
What: After sleeping for nearly a month, Lux wakes up to an unexpected guest.
Rating: PG I guess idk
Warnings: There is only pain here.
The room was cold and dark, the smallest glimmer of golden Chrysanth moonslight filtering in from her curtains that early morning when Lux finally awoke. Her head felt muzzy and heavy, it was hard to say whether she was still asleep or awake; a fuzzy, hazy heat settling between her eyes like a shroud. Everything seemed to hurt, and even sitting up felt like a chore, her body hot-cold and shivering gently despite her trying to will it to stop.
Ah. It wasn't this bad when she fell asleep, maybe she shouldn't have put off going to the clinic.
Everything felt heavy, detached and somehow very surreal, like she was both in and outside of her own body. In control of her movements yet somehow watching from a distance. Sitting up and pulling the downy white comforter off her, she swept her feet around the side of the bed, standing slowly. Not slowly enough to keep the dizzy rush from holding her there briefly, but pushing through it, she made the very short walk from her bed to the window. Drawing the curtain back slightly, looking down at the street below...
And stopping quite suddenly, her hand holding the curtain open, the lights from the street flooding in.
It was different. The leaves on the trees were gone, and a glittering frost clung to their branches. It blanketed the road, and the clouds looked like it might snow at any moment. It was nothing like the night before—it was far too early for a cold snap like this. Standing there, silhouetted by the lamplights down below, Lux felt lightheaded, that dull, gnawing ache in her body and heat between her eyes miles away. Was she still dreaming, or—
...The moons. Hanging in the sky, illuminating the street with their golden light, her heart stopped. The last that she saw them, they had been dark. Dread settling in, Lux froze, her hand holding the curtain like it was her only anchor to the world.
She had fallen into another deep sleep, hadn't she..?
The gentle coo of Berenice startled her and, turning quickly, Lux stopped. Staring not because of the griffin sitting there, craning her neck to see and getting quite ready to leap toward the mage, but whose lap the creature was resting on. Because surely she was imagining it, this was a dream, right?
"Allen..?"
Her voice dusty and hoarse, Lux stared, not daring to move. Why was he..?
[2/3]
And again she couldn't. Why? It would be so easy, and really he need only ask.
But almost as quickly he too moved, not away, but toward her. Tipping her chin upward just slightly, she felt it suddenly and gently caught by the curl of his knuckles. Opening her eyes in a fluttered blink, she felt him tip her face upward just so, closing the space between with a gentle press of lips to lips.
Hopefully he would forgive her for the sudden rude behavior, for her eyes opened quite wide just then in complete and utter disbelief and uncertainty. How even as the feeling rushed through her like lightning, hot-cold and intoxicating that she nearly forgot herself in that moment, she somehow knew what to do, her body quieting. Eyes closing and body adjusting as she seemed to melt into his kiss.
Losing herself for a moment.
And where one might think her signature would burst into a flurry of every color known and unknown, it was surprisingly quiet, that gentle hum. The colors that made up everything that she was coming together, burning incandescently in an almost opalescent white. Strong yet lonely, light tightly wound around dark, both so deeply profound yet almost perfectly complimentary in their contrast. Reaching ever for something and, when met with his own signature, something that she knew so well, weaving between the gaps. Shining brightly through them with an almost tingly warmth that could only be described as feeling. Yet it was nearly impossible to separate one from the other; love, loyalty, loneliness, fear, uncertainty, conviction. A longing for acceptance. Each one seemed to shimmer like colored lights in the greater collective, a road map to the inner workings of her own soul.
While not the chaotic burst that he felt while leaping from seemingly impossible heights, it was still present all the same. More than it had been that night, more certain of itself. Yet unlike before, that light would reach out, not quite touching but weaving around, complimenting, illuminating.
And they say that this was the window to one's soul, and feeling him so profoundly there, that surge of mana and emotion almost overpowering, But she wouldn't shy away, instead losing herself to it, to this feeling—and to the warmth of him—bringing a hand to gently, almost tentatively dust her fingertips against his temple, brushing his hair aside. To try to quiet that torrent baring down on the both of them.
"I know..." ]