lady_moon: (Home - Castle)
[personal profile] lady_moon
Up on the parapet, Moon sat on the wall that soldiers might have once stood behind had soldiers ever walked the battlements of the tarot's castle. A light breeze kicks up the salty air as, below her, the ocean crashes into the ancient stones as it has for centuries. The sky is dappled, lavender and pink with a hint of the ocean's jade in the clouds as the sun sinks fully below the horizon and the two moons rise.

Almost full.

Tomorrow night, they would rise full and heavy and foreboding.

And her mind was hers, clear and precise and unfettered by the madness that usually held her in its sway so close to the full moon.

She can't feel her wolf, though she knows if he called, she'd hear. Her call would come as it did every month, and the shifters would shift, but she would not be there to see it.

Moon was here.

Moon was home.

Filled with so much, she sometimes doesn't know if she wants to laugh madly, scream until her throat bleeds, or cry until exhaustion takes her physical form. It was a strange cycle, and right now, her eyes glitter with unshed tears as she gazes out on the world she helped to create.

The paths were dark, hidden, and they were all afloat.

Missing one of their number.

Date: 2009-06-06 06:52 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (I Remember You)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
It takes her a while to get there -- time is different when it isn't spinning endlessly in her thoughts in everything existing direction. She has things she has to do, the sensation of their necessity never displacing her sister from her first thoughts.

But eventually she does, because she should and because she knows she will.

All but hop-skipping along that battlement wall. All but for the silence of her movements. All but for the way her movements are not entirely free of care, or duty. All but for the fact she does not skip on the wall because she never actually touches it.

"The sun descending in the west, the evening star does shine; the birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower..." she sang, softly as she came across, poetry from one of their many worlds.
Edited Date: 2009-06-06 06:52 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-06 07:11 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Its There Always There)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
She continues on, the constant movement swinging her vibrant blue skirts and white-gold curls, until she reaches a few feet from where her sister sits.

"Time and tide will bring the light back. The moon would not be shadowed forever," Star said, softly, as her gaze searched over her sisters face. As though the act might give something more than the fact they all shared the same burden and the same memories of action.

Date: 2009-06-06 07:20 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Listening to More)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Star nodded, her lips thinning faintly.

"He is in a tower not of our making."




Then, with a tilt of her head.

"I could not touch him."


At least not without causing a larger problem in that place.

Date: 2009-06-06 07:34 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Radiant)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Star slipped down from the battlement ledge to the main walk where men would have stood, her steps taken as though on an invisible staircase only she could see.

"We do," she said, easy and even. Knowing that she even speaks for those who are not in the family. Those who will not be easily forgiven. "We can - would - will - not forget."

Her eyes follow where her sister is looking. "No change, no sully, no growth which can steal that from those who hold so tightly to."

Date: 2009-06-07 02:25 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Doesn't Forget Who She Is)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Star nodded, as close to quiet solemnity as could be gotten, stepping up next to her sister from behind and below.



Date: 2009-06-07 01:45 pm (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Look to the Sky (When On the Ground))
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Star watched her sister watch the sky for a long pause.

Then softly, "How does The Moon with her change?"

Date: 2009-06-07 02:29 pm (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Remembers No Life Before This)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
"Still she sits here where they are not," Star offered. "Does her eclipse keeps her from those who've come to call in new ways?"

Date: 2009-06-07 03:14 pm (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Eyes Into Your Soul)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
"She wonders if they need her for herself," Star said, gentle lilt to her ease speaking tone. "Or if they seek her as a vessel that might be used for what they need without it?"

Date: 2009-06-07 03:22 pm (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Gentle Girl)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
The silent question lingers, Does he?

Star's hand reached out to run through her sisters hair gently. "She walks the path now. She who can be broken and mended, who can chose and chose not to chose, who can wound and be wounded by the mistakes of others."

Date: 2009-06-07 03:38 pm (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Feeling Accomplished)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
"Yet does she remain in her home because she is figuring this out," Star posed. "Or is it that she knows why she waits? What she wants?"

Date: 2009-06-08 09:45 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Can't Hide The Light)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
"Because she want--" Stars voice turned softer still. "--she can be set free."

Date: 2009-06-08 10:33 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Proud / Pleased)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Star tilted her head, the breeze ruffling her curls back from her shoulders and held out her hands to her sister.

Somewhere in the distance she hears it quietly her -- elders, underlings, equals -- brothers voice;

(I chose.)
Edited Date: 2009-06-08 10:33 am (UTC)

Date: 2009-06-08 10:44 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Golden Girl)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Star stood up straight and tall for such a small looking girl, golden white light shivering the edges of her. As though every part of her was trying to fill as much air as possible, to know each millimeter of it touching her, touching everywhere, touching every her.

"My Moon-"

Her voice was ageless and timeless and her eyes never left her sisters, never hesitated, when she said the words that were the rarest of all on her lips.

"Tell me your wish."

Date: 2009-06-08 11:21 am (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Little Girl (she gets) Lost)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Stars are little hopes, she said.
And he asked, What happens when they fall?


Star eyes closed, as for a moment her exterior ripples with dissolving, only to open again. There is no doubt, no fear, no longing for something else in the pure depth of white hot. It's only the smallest space to cross -- two inches -- before solidness can cause the faintest ricochet in her balance when her toes touch the ground.

The wish comes true.
But wishes are never so simple--

The light under and in and of her skin flutters, like a startled candles in the strong evening breeze. Flutters and sputters softer and softer still, as the white of her eyes turns back to blue-silver, dampened by shadow. And even when pain -- a calling of the Star but no a knowledge of it -- blossom into her eyes, the awareness of another change singing through them all, it struggles with the irrefutable faith for The Moon.

They are like butterfly wings
Beautiful, fragile things

She is the first domino in a line for morning, the candle in the erstwhile oblivion, the silver line -- a card of promise, not delivery, and all that she was in that moment goes to that one for one of the few beings she would give it all to. Because she can not doubt the act, the reason, or The Moon even when her eyes cloud with unshed tears.

Date: 2009-06-08 12:00 pm (UTC)
bright_daughter: (She is her Reverse)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Star could give a rough relatively accurate number, if she was ever asked, for the number of tears she's ever cried. It's not her place, it's not who she is meant to be in her core -- she can feel it turning things sideways, upside down, inverting, as one slips down her cheek in the path her sister's finger brushed.

"She would see The Moon rise."

The edge of her voice trembles with an awareness of foundation that is so foreign and presently absolute. It's not the first time, but that doesn't make it any better. Any less terrifying and heart wrenching.

And still not any less right for being utterly wrong.

Date: 2009-06-08 12:34 pm (UTC)
bright_daughter: (Uncertainty / Unsettled)
From: [personal profile] bright_daughter
Stars hands knotted gentle against her sisters back, leaning in, and whispering, quietly, as much knowing as wanting, "In time, in we will all rise again."

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