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genessia2019-08-25 07:14 pm
phoenixstrut) wrote in genessia2019-08-25 07:14 pm
[Video/Action] Another Goodbye (OTA)
[In striking contrast to her previous broadcast, Dove is sitting alone on her balcony, obviously trying her best to retain her composure. Unlike her bubbly, presentable camera persona, she's... about as raw as she can be, far beyond what - under normal circumstances- she would deem appropriate. There's no hiding the red rimming her eyes or the blotchiness of her complexion, but it has to be done.]
If anyone is looking for Styxx Anaxkolasi, he's been sent home, [she manages smoothly enough.] I'm not sure who all he was close to, but I... I thought it should be said.
[And... that seems to be all. She checks her near-empty glass before switching off her device and downing the rest of it.]
((action below the cut))
[Action-Open to all-Fayren Beach]
Her footsteps through the sand are perilously calm as she walks along the shore to the too-familiar cove, wings tall and proud behind her, golden gaze set ahead. Not even the moonlight or the chill of the ocean lapping her feet seem to be able to draw her attention tonight.
It's fascinating, how it hurts so badly to suddenly feel nothing and yet everything at once...and how quiet it is in her head...yet again.
She hesitates only once, just before rounding the curved rock wall and slipping onto the makeshift field she knows too well. Already, the glowing tattoos of the Archangel are crawling up her legs and down her arms.
Deflecting the memories as they come, she studies the ocean in silence until she's lost track of time and her hands begin trembling. A queen with a useless throne... a grounded angel... more of her makeshift family lost...and prayers she's unsure can stretch between worlds.
Without warning, she steels herself and releases a blast of fire from within her, so hot the sand around her turns to shimmering glass. She doesn't so much as flinch dry her eyes as the flames take form around her and rise, golden-red wings unfolding to greet the sky-
A phoenix... his phoenix.
She watches unwaveringly, even as tears spill down her face, as the magnificent bird soars higher and higher, out over the ocean, powerful wings beating in a graceful, smooth rhythm as it climbs toward the heavens. She's shaking now, fingers trembling as they reach for it, willing the fire to last just a little longer, the cut of just one more witty taunt, the rarest sight of a smile on his face... those beautiful blue eyes...
There's a brilliant light as those wings flare once more against the stars and burst, leaving nothing but slowly dying sparks dancing through the air in their wake.
Dove watches them dance through the silence of the night before she finally drops her her knees and buries her face in her hands, wings splayed uselessly on the sandy glass behind her.
It's uncertain how long she'll weep and pray to useless gods she doesn't know... but she'll be leaving the beach with only pieces of her heart...
...and a little glass phoenix to place between the ever-frozen rose and miniature tiger already on her bedside table.
If anyone is looking for Styxx Anaxkolasi, he's been sent home, [she manages smoothly enough.] I'm not sure who all he was close to, but I... I thought it should be said.
[And... that seems to be all. She checks her near-empty glass before switching off her device and downing the rest of it.]
((action below the cut))
[Action-Open to all-Fayren Beach]
Her footsteps through the sand are perilously calm as she walks along the shore to the too-familiar cove, wings tall and proud behind her, golden gaze set ahead. Not even the moonlight or the chill of the ocean lapping her feet seem to be able to draw her attention tonight.
It's fascinating, how it hurts so badly to suddenly feel nothing and yet everything at once...and how quiet it is in her head...yet again.
She hesitates only once, just before rounding the curved rock wall and slipping onto the makeshift field she knows too well. Already, the glowing tattoos of the Archangel are crawling up her legs and down her arms.
Deflecting the memories as they come, she studies the ocean in silence until she's lost track of time and her hands begin trembling. A queen with a useless throne... a grounded angel... more of her makeshift family lost...and prayers she's unsure can stretch between worlds.
Without warning, she steels herself and releases a blast of fire from within her, so hot the sand around her turns to shimmering glass. She doesn't so much as flinch dry her eyes as the flames take form around her and rise, golden-red wings unfolding to greet the sky-
A phoenix... his phoenix.
She watches unwaveringly, even as tears spill down her face, as the magnificent bird soars higher and higher, out over the ocean, powerful wings beating in a graceful, smooth rhythm as it climbs toward the heavens. She's shaking now, fingers trembling as they reach for it, willing the fire to last just a little longer, the cut of just one more witty taunt, the rarest sight of a smile on his face... those beautiful blue eyes...
There's a brilliant light as those wings flare once more against the stars and burst, leaving nothing but slowly dying sparks dancing through the air in their wake.
Dove watches them dance through the silence of the night before she finally drops her her knees and buries her face in her hands, wings splayed uselessly on the sandy glass behind her.
It's uncertain how long she'll weep and pray to useless gods she doesn't know... but she'll be leaving the beach with only pieces of her heart...
...and a little glass phoenix to place between the ever-frozen rose and miniature tiger already on her bedside table.