drabbles; accepting || @warcrowned
Sky: Our characters are stargazing.
THE SKY WAS TRULY breathtaking tonight; a splash ofdark and light blues that creating a canvas that no painter could everhope to fully capture. To think that there were sights like this still even inthis era… Before Ozymandias had come to this island, he had assumed that he would never see the sky in its full beauty ever again.Apparently on this island in particular, one could still look up at the sky andsee its true glory without too much pollution from lights. From the hotel room,he certainly could see nothing but perhaps a couple stars and the moon. ❝I think I could get used to this place, Pen,❞ he said, silence temporarily breaking and his fingers gently entwining with hers upon cool beach sand. ❝It is…a shame it cannot last much longer.❞He chuckled softly, the slightest smile pulling at the corners of his lips ashe watched a star fall across the sky.
He and Penthesilea were used to places untouched byall this pollution, one able to look out their window and see everything thatthe gods had to offer right there in the sky above. Each twinkling light was seen as a blessing and a gift that should neverbe taken for granted; and yet in this era, it seemed people had forgotten theimportance of the most simple of pleasures with the advancement of technology. He did not loathe this future, for it was incredible to see what humanity had accomplished from when they ruled theirrespective nations, yet at the same time, he could not help but foreverfeel a tinge of disappointment. ❝Donot speak like that, my love. You make it sound as if this is all going to end the moment weleave this beach. We still have tomorrow and tomorrow after that.❞ Penthesilea laughed softly, her voice like theringing of bells to him. It had become a sound that he craved just as much asher very touch. ❝Thereis still time, you silly man.❞
Time. There had been an emphasis on that word as ifshe was fully aware of what really had appeared within his mind. Honestly, Ozymandiaswould not have been surprised if such was indeed the case. After all, she knew him betterthan anyone else in this building just as he knew her (her hopes, her fears, her failures, and her successes). ❝Ahahaha! I suppose you are right! It is how one usesthe time given to them that matters the most, right?❞ He looked from the stars to Penthesilea, his grinbright and whatever solemnity had claimed him for a moment, gone as easily as apassing breeze. ❝Howridiculous for a pharaoh as powerful as myself to forget that. I suppose thatis why you are here with me; to remind me of these things lest I forget.❞Fingers tightening upon hers, he looked back at the sky, opting to change thesubject to something else as they began to talk about the stars. He spoke ofthe creation of stars, of what constellation meant what to his people as wellas the stories behind them, and Penthesilea in turn told him tales of her own.
How silly it was for him to be so excited aboutsomething as simple as this, buthere he was, feeling like a young man all over again in his enthusiasm. He wasnot alone, though. Even the Great Amazonian Queen who had put fear into the heartsof men was not immune. In that very moment as was usually the case when theywere together, there was not a ‘King of Kings’ that sat upon that beach, nor a powerfulwarrior queen with a love for battle. There was only Ozymandias and Penthesilea. There did not need tobe anyone else.
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