08-19-2018, 01:32 AM
As the doors fall apart, so does Versailles' inhibitions. Her shackles crumble when fresh air finally dances on her tongue, falls apart completely as soon as the grass tickles the bottom of het paws. It takes only a split second for it to register, only a split second for her to process the fact that she's free from the Observatory's shadowy binds - and then she's taking off.
She runs far enough from the Ascendants before she lets the few fraying tethers of control she has left slip from her grasp.
Pain erupts from her right eye as quickly as jets of flame begin to spurt from it, arching high in the skies - they are pillars of fire, dancing in satisfaction, happy to be freed. With each second they spiral around each other, the more agony she's in yet the freer she feels, burdens being taken away from her shoulders like sandbags being plucked away by the merciful high winds.
Her eye is burning, honestly feels like its burning - flames continue to dance from it and it's a thing of beauty, but comes with a price. When, finally, the pillars weaken into nothing more than a shower of embers, vision in her right eye is restored, aching as it might be. Slowly, Versailles blinks until the ache begins to subside, until the shadows creep away from the fringes of her vision, until all is clear and her shoulders are light and her heart is beating just a little bit faster.
For a moment, she's at peace - and then she remembers where she is, who is around her, and her heterochromatic gaze sweeps around the Ascendants' paws, too afraid to meet their eyes head-on.
She runs far enough from the Ascendants before she lets the few fraying tethers of control she has left slip from her grasp.
Pain erupts from her right eye as quickly as jets of flame begin to spurt from it, arching high in the skies - they are pillars of fire, dancing in satisfaction, happy to be freed. With each second they spiral around each other, the more agony she's in yet the freer she feels, burdens being taken away from her shoulders like sandbags being plucked away by the merciful high winds.
Her eye is burning, honestly feels like its burning - flames continue to dance from it and it's a thing of beauty, but comes with a price. When, finally, the pillars weaken into nothing more than a shower of embers, vision in her right eye is restored, aching as it might be. Slowly, Versailles blinks until the ache begins to subside, until the shadows creep away from the fringes of her vision, until all is clear and her shoulders are light and her heart is beating just a little bit faster.
For a moment, she's at peace - and then she remembers where she is, who is around her, and her heterochromatic gaze sweeps around the Ascendants' paws, too afraid to meet their eyes head-on.
I THOUGHT THAT LOVE WAS A KIND OF EMPTINESS
VERSAILLESPALACE A.