Desreal: We are all pawns in someone else's game; STELIOS

hearts that cry diamond tears;
spirits that walk for a thousand years;
here them calling on that darkest morning;
pulling me under, my thoughts dissapear;

Puzzlers. Pieces that make a whole. In her entire life Saphira has known she was broken, tainted, corrupted. Cursed. But she had never chalked it down to a missing piece, a missing soul, perhaps a missing sliver of her childhood. But now, here in this moment, looking into his silver eyes; her perception changes. She is his singer, her blood calls to him. The ties of mortality, youth, family. The woes as ancient as time itself weave around them. Oddly enough instead of balking away from this stranger who knows too much she presses closer. As if drawn by some inevitable force.

Sapphire eyes lift to silver, but she does not smile. Trapped in some facially emotionless void. Yet her heart thuds inside her breast, screaming against the holds of her ribcage. Another step, her lightning sparking its continual protest. Like a volatile animal she comes closer, ever closer. Until finally the earthen obsidian horn is but an inch from between her eyes. Pausing she allows herself a better look at him. He has so much physical similarities, including height. Yet he is a stranger, unknown. He should feel so secure, so…familiar.

“How can you be the last piece? I don’t even know what puzzle I am solving.”

Saphira dares herself to reach out and touch him. And she does. Her muzzle sweeps along the lower part of his cheek, her lightning recoiling it distaste. But she suffers through it, the water rushing forth to soothe them both. Overpowering everything as kin seeks kin alike.

“Puzzlers... perhaps. But we know better. We simply cannot force the blind to see.”

And with that her muzzle sweeps over his eye softly. Finally she pulls back, devoid of anything and everything. You’re not the only one with trust issues deal Stelios. She has been broken, tainted, corrupted. But she is here none the less. And she waits, her eyes brazen.

GOLD: S A P H I R A

the siren

you can hold the darkness from you;
if the will is very strong;
but that whisper always haunts you;
cannot change the Siren's Song.