65th Night of Spring, 511 A.V.
"Like winter, I will remain in this internal indevor of coldness, never truly meeting springs warmth. For when the sun shines on this tundra of snow, it shall only warm the frost, but never heating this heart, for I am alone in this winter."
A pale milky body laid on it's side amongst twisted sheets, toes twitched as webbed feet moved slightly, the slight movement illuminating the still of the night. Soft hues of blues and pinks twist and dance up wards, reflecting what little and fleeting light that shown in the room. A slender body shifts, delicate legs, shapely and fit, close closer to a rising and falling chest. Soft lines leads to white damp hair, long and reaching wildly out, as if it was freshly grown seaweed reaching out of what little sun it could find in this dark ocean. White webbed hands reached up, lightly pulling, at a tangled wave, twisting the lock around a webbed finger. A delicate face, womanly, strong, and almost perfect, out lines in all the darkness. Cast down eyes, the color of a sea and sky after a violent storm cast down with a forest of dark eyelashes. A small woman lay awake in the hold, lost in her own internal thoughts.
A sigh slip her lips as she turned her body upwards, Eisi stared at a blank ceiling. The night was already late within it's self, and she laid there wide awake. Soft whistles sounded from out side, the wind muffled from the walls of the hold. Watery eyes blurred her vision. Never had she felt to void, so empty, never before had she ever felt so sad. A tear trickled down her cheek, running into her soft white hair. She took a b Breath in as she moved a hand to wipe away the wet, salty substance that refused to stop pouring put. Tears she thought such a funny thing. She pulled her hand away a looked at the wet tear mark, left on her arm, what and where was this coming from? Never did Eisi even feel the want to cry, not even when the truth came out about her mother. Instead she made a promise, one that she was bond to not keep, one that she was breaking now. Where was this feeling steaming from? Why can I not stop? How can this void go away? Will it go away? She wondered as she shut her eyes. But the feeling if darkness nipped harder at her pale skin. OOCa deeper look at Eisi |
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