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beckyh2112) wrote2006-03-13 09:56 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2006-03-13 09:56 pm
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31_days - More DAoC
Title: Sunrise
Day/Theme: Mar. 13 'To morning's beautiful friend, twilight'
Series: Dark Age of Camelot
Characters: Celebiar, Maliar
Rating: PG
Notes: Some utter weirdness that will never happen in-game. For those of you in no way familiar with this, Celebiar and Maliar are elven siblings. Maliar has a pair of artifacts called the Belt of the Moon and the Band of Stars, which let her do some interesting things. Celebiar has the Belt of the Sun and the Aten's Shield. (Aten being the Egyptian god of/that was the solar disk.)
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Dawn is coming. I see the sky lightening in the east, the very edge of the golden disk of the sun just beyond my sight.
Now, though, in the grey of twilight, we can look on each other and not be blinded. She smiles sleepily, the power of the moon and stars fading from her skin and hair. Her luminous skin fades to merely milk-pale, the net of stars in her hair fades to mere jewels. Last of all to fade is the light around her girdle and bracer. Her eyes, though, do not fade or lose their beauty - no powers of night effected those poison-green orbs.
My own skin is picking up the light of the sun, the radiance slowly gathering. We are yet in twilight, laid out in a bower near the river and her eyes fix on mine.
"This is intolerable," she says in a low voice. "I cannot walk unnoticed in the night any longer."
"Nor I in the day. These powers are too terrible."
"They cannot be set aside lightly..."
"Then throw them with great force," I growled. "We cannot be so fettered, either of us. Not by time."
She has half-closed her eyes, the golden light growing more and more unbearable. I would have to leave her soon, lest I burn her.
"Perhaps... We are diune and thus unbalanced. Our brother..."
I sit up slowly. "Mithiar is not balanced."
"No, but he is our balance." She smiles, and there is weariness in the lines of her face. How much has she slept of late? Have I even noticed? "Find him for me, Celebiar?"
"Yes. The sun-disk beholds all below it; with the Aten Shield, I can find him no matter where he has gone." I draw my hand along the pillow next to her cheek, scorching it black. The contact with something not considered part of myself sends the radiance flickering violently. "I will see this done."
She smiles, eyes fully closed to protect her sight. "You take such good care of us. Why did you turn from our people?"
I smile fondly down at her, but do not answer. If she does not understand now, after all these hundreds of years, then she will never understand. Not with her mind arranged as it currently is. She has grown and changed, for certain, become more Seelie... But that is only so she may walk freely among mortals and learn the lore of rare magics.
Men should fear the night and what it brings for a reason.
Day/Theme: Mar. 13 'To morning's beautiful friend, twilight'
Series: Dark Age of Camelot
Characters: Celebiar, Maliar
Rating: PG
Notes: Some utter weirdness that will never happen in-game. For those of you in no way familiar with this, Celebiar and Maliar are elven siblings. Maliar has a pair of artifacts called the Belt of the Moon and the Band of Stars, which let her do some interesting things. Celebiar has the Belt of the Sun and the Aten's Shield. (Aten being the Egyptian god of/that was the solar disk.)
---
Dawn is coming. I see the sky lightening in the east, the very edge of the golden disk of the sun just beyond my sight.
Now, though, in the grey of twilight, we can look on each other and not be blinded. She smiles sleepily, the power of the moon and stars fading from her skin and hair. Her luminous skin fades to merely milk-pale, the net of stars in her hair fades to mere jewels. Last of all to fade is the light around her girdle and bracer. Her eyes, though, do not fade or lose their beauty - no powers of night effected those poison-green orbs.
My own skin is picking up the light of the sun, the radiance slowly gathering. We are yet in twilight, laid out in a bower near the river and her eyes fix on mine.
"This is intolerable," she says in a low voice. "I cannot walk unnoticed in the night any longer."
"Nor I in the day. These powers are too terrible."
"They cannot be set aside lightly..."
"Then throw them with great force," I growled. "We cannot be so fettered, either of us. Not by time."
She has half-closed her eyes, the golden light growing more and more unbearable. I would have to leave her soon, lest I burn her.
"Perhaps... We are diune and thus unbalanced. Our brother..."
I sit up slowly. "Mithiar is not balanced."
"No, but he is our balance." She smiles, and there is weariness in the lines of her face. How much has she slept of late? Have I even noticed? "Find him for me, Celebiar?"
"Yes. The sun-disk beholds all below it; with the Aten Shield, I can find him no matter where he has gone." I draw my hand along the pillow next to her cheek, scorching it black. The contact with something not considered part of myself sends the radiance flickering violently. "I will see this done."
She smiles, eyes fully closed to protect her sight. "You take such good care of us. Why did you turn from our people?"
I smile fondly down at her, but do not answer. If she does not understand now, after all these hundreds of years, then she will never understand. Not with her mind arranged as it currently is. She has grown and changed, for certain, become more Seelie... But that is only so she may walk freely among mortals and learn the lore of rare magics.
Men should fear the night and what it brings for a reason.