Dysterial Drabble
Context: (Dysterial:Rise and Fall Chapter) Death and Darkness after a long day.
Pairing: Lunaria & Joskal
Do you need to know what’s going on to understand what’s written below? No.
#CzProjectC Written by @galexial-scatteredstars // GenesisZ (Founder)
It was calm under her reign, the moon’s light graced us. Her silver glow illuminated her land. Soft, white sparkles dusted the dark, sea green grass, made the tranquil water gleam like a pearl and even let the small city shimmer like the rarest crystal, all under her glistening stream of light. The stars, our guides, her helpers: they flickered with life. Their bright twinkle never compared to her beauty, but she held them in her gentle turquoise eyes. The very same ones that darkened to the colour of midnight shadows: an ultramarine reflecting the abyss beneath during the brilliant day where sunlight blazes.
Those eyes I’d give anything to capture. Alas, no picture could mirror them the same way. No mirror could do justice on their luminous sheen. Nor the calamity she brings. Her hair, a bold but deep royal blue, had a turquoise gradient from bottom up and dipped in lavender at the very tips. More stars clashed together and yet never one collided with one another as they danced in place within the royal blue. She tilted her head in a gentle motion to bring her face into her own presences, giving the friendly smile she could give and made a small gesture to pat the space beside herself.
At her request, I walked in silence and approached coldly. She never seemed bothered by this, even after I sat down with the emotion of a desolate emptiness and a dead smile. Her delicate orbs never left my figure through those moments and now laced and latched onto my own. Catching the tears the caged my glassy, golden, orange eyes. I whispered her name and in return, she gave me the unlikeliness of life.
“Lunaria.”
The whispering call of my name rang out. His voice a broken sound, lost in the waves of the subtle breeze. A navy blue may have cloaked him, but his identity and features were no illusion. Looking past the feeble cover, strands of midnight blue hair, ruffled and out of place, sank no further than his eyes. Those golden, tangerine eyes that held a vacant distance better left undiscussed. A matching colour marking invaded his pale skin on the left side of his face, his right. Three simple symbols for darkness, a triangular mark and a small curved swirl, pointed in the middle. I remember the way they burnt a crisp coal when he got mad.
I gave him my blessing of time, but the gift of life temporarily. No one else could. Death may walk with a physical form as if he was alive, but there are no emotions held behind those eyes. None to avoid the pain of reaping. They were somewhere else, locked away and hidden from plain sight. Though anyone else with such power could see them clearly, tucked away in the locked soul, chained with no key. Yet, tears pricked his eyes and eventually fell. Soon cascading down his cheek and dripped onto the grass beneath us. The only sound the night had made so far.
I murmured his name, giving him one last blessing. My unconstrained love, where he found comfort.
“Joskal.”
Death and Darkness had spoken their names, the world around grew brighter and led way to midnight, where their vows held strong and built a palace for peace.