Crimson Papillion / D7F / READY
Oct 9, 2017 21:43:48 GMT -5
Post by * on Oct 9, 2017 21:43:48 GMT -5
 "The wind is speaking to me in ways that I'll never understand. Do you want me to go that way? To the west? Where the tree meets with the creek and the newts like to burrow into the mud? What is going on in the east? Has the sun began to rise over the hill?" The darkness encases my body. The night sky swallows my soul up whole and delivers it into the district without any cause. My feet linger above the soil and drying leaves; no crunch as I hover above them. "Luster, you are missing out. When will you learn to let go of your early cocoon and enjoy the freedom in which we both seek?" I summon him in so many ways with just the word on the end of my tongue. He is with me as I breath in the memory of his red hair. I can smell that scent of earth on his fingers and the sweat of the sun induced stress. If I didn't know everything about my brother, then I would be the worst sister ever. Together, we are a combined genetic pair. We listened to the heart rhythms of each other for the first nine months of our lives. We developed near each other, mapping out how our minds would connect us once we were delivered away from the womb. He and I became two separate bodies, but our souls continued to be one; two halves intertwined within the world. No one else can describe the feelings that I get about him when he's away from me or when danger lurks near. He can sense my fear when the darkness is too much to bear. Lustor is my light in this ever darkening world of Panem. and to be without him, would lack lustor... "Come! Fly with me rays of a beautiful morning sun. Dance over the hillsides and peek through the trees. Blanket my soul with your warmth and give me your divine inspiration!" My lips pucker and I blow the black sky a kiss and no sooner then I performed that act, that something began to occur. My soul jumped onto the tree, clawing at the bark. On the winds of the atmosphere, it gravitates me up toward the treetops and bending the pristine lust leaves, the morning has finally began. "Thank you Mother Earth!" Below, I glance, the body - the human body- of a redheaded girl lays still. She looks no more than seventeen. Such youth becomes her. Her skin ever so milky white among the browns and nature tones of the earth. The leaves all scathed in her hair with her brown eyes covered by the lids. Peace has overcame her so much that she lays sleeping, caught up by the majestic forests mysteries. How she came to be there is one such mystery. One that I would like to find out one day. "Did you walk here, little Angel? Why have you found solace within the depths of the dingy forest without protection?" Curiosity scans her further. White lace leggings keep her long legs clean and I can't help but admire her body proportions. Such an elegant beast that has become a beauty overnight. Where has the time gone? Her skin is so smooth and her lips so red, but her nose and cheeks are so fully decorated with so many freckles. Who ever heard of angel's kissing an angel? Surely under the cotton clothes her body will also carry the marks of such a higher calling? The tree communes with me, telling me of her breaths; so light and airy. Even when I close my eyes to see what the tree feels, I witness such a miraculous vision. She whispers something I don't understand, like a different language entirely in her sleeplike trance. I mustn't let her be alone. "Hello?" I whisper to her as she echoes out. The bark scratches my back as I lean against the branch and slowly descend to the ground to overlook the helpless being completely unguarded. If I were to enter the body, would she wake? "Don't go." I tilt my head, wondering what the urgency was for the sudden need of my presence to be near. Why wouldn't I be allowed to go when I wanted to? She shouldn't be able to tell me that I am not welcome to do as I please. The spirit realm was my home away from home. I could come and go as I please without a single motif desire. This brief melodic time was made for me. The spirit of this girl laying here without a care in the world was submerged with the land, and she was floating among the living; barely. "I have to go. I don't belong there." I dispute. Her lips turn down and my halcyon heart stammers. The struggle of two worlds clash. This pastoral meditation has come to an end, I presume, as the pull wraps me into an everlasting hug. An Arcadian moment is gone too soon. I long to stay. I really do. But she needs me. She flinches when I near her body. My steps cause no wake in the death upon the ground. This delicate doll moves not an inch as my figure sits beside her. My fingers intertwine with her delicate features. Frigid temperatures curse her skin. "Wake up if you want me back." I lull and the lips return to a more natural state. They part slightly and she breaths in a deep breath. I inch nearer to her, and sit where her body lays, physical and spiritual combining. My arm props myself over her fading mortal part. "Embrace me." Her voice saunters out like a child's voice with a fever. So weak. Her fragile breath caresses my halting spirit. "Not without force." She raises her hand, and touches where my face is at. And she locks herself in that position. The mirror image is a still pond and I am the reflection she needs back. "I don't want to go back. It's peaceful here." There's nothing more I can do at this moment except to accept the fate. The scene is turned and the visions in front of me become hazy. The night is gone and more sun leaks through the canopy. "Please come back soon, Crimson-lu." Hair cascades backward and the trees become leaves and the light becomes darkness once more. Inaudible noises surround my head and the quaint buzzing of a fly tears into my subconscious. The pawing of something near draws my attention to the left. An animal of some sort has found my resting place. The lips of the girl turn upward and as the realms reemerge as one. She wakes up and the bright light of day makes her flinch and stretch. Hours have passed and confusion is set upon her face as she rolls to the side. Her body quakes with a chill. "Dhruva, you walk among the living now. I will come to visit soon again. I promise." She rubs her eyes, and reaches her side, gathering up a small scarf, wrapping it around her neck. Once.Twice. |
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