Sole witness of a lost child's birth.
Fellow witness of a lost child's death.
Knower of your true worth.
Provider of first and last breath.
Twice embraced,
Twice encased.
Released of sorrow,
But only on the morrow.
Eyes the color of the twins fully awakened high in the sky stared at the words written upon the page. Words permanently stained upon birch bark paper by ink dark as the new night skies. A frown setting in more deeply with each passing moment.
"What is this?"
Words echoed about the sole resident of Twin Home, a grand castle built upon a high peak to be as close to the celestial beauties it was named after. There was no one to answer Quacey's question. There never was any one to answer him. Long centuries of silence with only him and the Twins to fill the halls with life. A cold tomb by the standards of others. A safe haven for a fae who wished only for the peace of isolation.
But the peace could never be.
His poem was cryptic to even him tonight. Those sensations. Those feelings. The tugs and pulls of his domain were intense tonight. More than ever. Yet they drew him nowhere. A first. It was frustrating and unnerving. He turned to writing poetry, which always calmed him down. It made things worse. He had lost memory of the act. Quill dipped in ink before an empty page. A blink. Inky words replaced the white void. Time had past without his recollection.
He had written possessed by his domain. Another first.
Quill set by journal. The mountainous duanann pushed back and rose from his seat. To the open window he stepped. Frown even deeper. Thoughts more frustrated, annoyed, and worried than before.
His gaze went to the other calming presence in his life: the twins. The moons were often referred to as a pair of sisters or a sister and a brother. He didn't know which was true. He just knew one was always female. Not that it mattered what gender they might be. Their importance in his life could not be changed. The only witnesses to his birth. The celestial he was aligned with from his first moment. Shapers of his forms and domain. His only family left was them and the earth herself who had aided his mother in his birth and sheltered him from then to now.
"Fondest greetings my lovely radiances."
A slight smile formed. A return to familiarity.
"Fondest greetings lost little lamb~"
Eyes snapped towards the darkness. Towards the place an impossible response had originated from.
Fellow witness of a lost child's death.
Knower of your true worth.
Provider of first and last breath.
Twice embraced,
Twice encased.
Released of sorrow,
But only on the morrow.
Eyes the color of the twins fully awakened high in the sky stared at the words written upon the page. Words permanently stained upon birch bark paper by ink dark as the new night skies. A frown setting in more deeply with each passing moment.
"What is this?"
Words echoed about the sole resident of Twin Home, a grand castle built upon a high peak to be as close to the celestial beauties it was named after. There was no one to answer Quacey's question. There never was any one to answer him. Long centuries of silence with only him and the Twins to fill the halls with life. A cold tomb by the standards of others. A safe haven for a fae who wished only for the peace of isolation.
But the peace could never be.
His poem was cryptic to even him tonight. Those sensations. Those feelings. The tugs and pulls of his domain were intense tonight. More than ever. Yet they drew him nowhere. A first. It was frustrating and unnerving. He turned to writing poetry, which always calmed him down. It made things worse. He had lost memory of the act. Quill dipped in ink before an empty page. A blink. Inky words replaced the white void. Time had past without his recollection.
He had written possessed by his domain. Another first.
Quill set by journal. The mountainous duanann pushed back and rose from his seat. To the open window he stepped. Frown even deeper. Thoughts more frustrated, annoyed, and worried than before.
His gaze went to the other calming presence in his life: the twins. The moons were often referred to as a pair of sisters or a sister and a brother. He didn't know which was true. He just knew one was always female. Not that it mattered what gender they might be. Their importance in his life could not be changed. The only witnesses to his birth. The celestial he was aligned with from his first moment. Shapers of his forms and domain. His only family left was them and the earth herself who had aided his mother in his birth and sheltered him from then to now.
"Fondest greetings my lovely radiances."
A slight smile formed. A return to familiarity.
"Fondest greetings lost little lamb~"
Eyes snapped towards the darkness. Towards the place an impossible response had originated from.