but there's chaos brewing
underneath my skin
No monsters, no mayhem, nothing but the eternal darkness faced her now. It was strange, after experiencing LongNight twice over before, to not be standing amidst danger, treachery, or impending demons. There was no clacking of claws, no sinking of talons, no immersion of lures, of temptation, of enticement towards death and desecration. All that lingered before her was the endless, open sea.
The youth carried a lantern and hummed under her breath, the gilded glow of the light matching her eyes, catching the beacons of others further up the shore. While there was naught to rejoice, and she had a difficult time celebrating, partaking, in the parties ahead; habitual, to consider sketching outlines of power and precision instead.
Fangorn drifted along the rolling abyss this time, curious and inquisitive, his own eerie, enigmatic glances scorching along embankments. Something must’ve caught in his gaze, because before long, there was a grumble, a growl, uttered through the gourd’s presence, snagging at Melita’s attention too. “What did you find?” She whispered, inclining closer and closer to the sea and companion, hands tightening over her lantern, and the staff in her other hand.
The youth carried a lantern and hummed under her breath, the gilded glow of the light matching her eyes, catching the beacons of others further up the shore. While there was naught to rejoice, and she had a difficult time celebrating, partaking, in the parties ahead; habitual, to consider sketching outlines of power and precision instead.
Fangorn drifted along the rolling abyss this time, curious and inquisitive, his own eerie, enigmatic glances scorching along embankments. Something must’ve caught in his gaze, because before long, there was a grumble, a growl, uttered through the gourd’s presence, snagging at Melita’s attention too. “What did you find?” She whispered, inclining closer and closer to the sea and companion, hands tightening over her lantern, and the staff in her other hand.
trying to hold in the storm
instead of making waves
MELITA
