if he thought about it, "dark rebellion" and "clear wing" were rather attractive modifiers. of course, that too extended to "odd eyes". if he asked the mortals, they would respond in the same way.
yes, like "modifiers", like "titles. to them, these were not their names, but merely what history would remember of them, years and years into the future. these "modifiers" would be the medium through which their stories are (or aren't) told. as starve venom holds the fading light of odd eyes' soul in his palm, he pauses to think about what such "futures" hold for them. he pauses to think about the history of what they have carved until today, and what history would be distorted when he would next see odd eyes in the lifestream.
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she is fragile in your arms, so small that your hands dwarf her. her robes hang like derelict stardust from her body, trailing lifelessly to the floor over the skin and scales of your arms, the trembling expanse of your wrist. "yumi," you say, because that is the name she told you once upon a time. "yumi," you repeat. you are only greeted with oblivion. |
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