[P] I'll use you as a warning sign
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hark that warning whisper in your heart


He had come far. In the halflight, motes hung suspended; Tiny flecks of silt and snow, a ghost of dust in the air.


By the rippling waters the hunter waited. He allowed the reindeer a long drink of the cool river. Its babbling hid the sound of him, though he made no goals to do so - Lokr Revlis wanted to be found.


He did not know how to call for her; Did not want to draw other attentions to himself. It would not be seemly to be caught here, not with tension so thick among the pines, not with the promise of spring and duty ahead.


But he needed to see her; The selkie, needed to see that she had weathered the storm and the rising waters. What a foolish thing, this weary concern that sat thick in his throat. Was she not a creature of deeper waters than those had been? The river murmured its chiding assent. She is not for you, hunter. Go home. Go home.


Stubborn - for the fire, the dragon, made him thus - Lokr waited. He would wait until the smothering dark of nightfall, and perhaps till dawn. The sky was just a blushing virgin in this hour. Romantic, it watched over the dragon, the river, the valley.


Soon, he would be forced to leave. He could not risk Osrath following him to this place, or one of Salvia's crows. Some secrets were best kept still, dark, quiet.

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all I want is your eyes

She was late coming home. Dusk hung a heavy cloak around her shoulders, fingers of scarlet joined by the faint freckling of starlight, and it danced away with every gust that swept through the thick canopy. The Miramichi gushed at her side. Her mind drifted with the passing twilight, to other twilights past.


She had often thought of the hunter, the dragon, but never fully. She glimpsed him in the faces of her bristled children, and then sometimes in the claws of boughs that had yet to bloom. Even the greens of spring roused two eyes in her mind, burning dragonfire and darkness. He had become a shade in memory's half light, passed from reality into lore with each day gone. Nothing remained of their encounter but the bones of the great guardian, and even that had disappeared into the mud. Her heart had ached for a long time, until at last the swollen rivers washed it all away. The storms had broken only one thing, and it was the cold encasement winter made around her strength. Now the woods were hers and hers alone, and she coursed through them, a flood of her own design.


The woods were quiet. Her nape prickled with a warning. Among her changes, Semini had learned to truly listen. She climbed silently into the arms of the trees, and aloft, she watched him bring Borya to drink. He was much further downstream, but she knew the silhouette. Her hungry eyes sought answers. Would the fading light whisk the shade away? How long had he been in her forest, and from where had he come? Sunlight burned low until nothing but fireflies carried on. He was still there. Waiting, it seemed. She debated an appearance. She could easily slide away with the cover of night.


But for the questions, she would have left him to wait an eternity. Or so she told herself. Careful and quiet, the selkie flowed from the tree and took to the riverbank. She walked along the gushing shallows, water greeting her steps in loving licks, reeds bowing to her passage. Fire bugs drifted into the air while the cascades of her moonstruck hair fell glistening behind.


Finally, he was hers to behold - and he was lovely and dark as he had ever been.


"Why have you come?" she said to him, her molten eyes flickering with each whirling, dancing light. She wanted to be angry with him. She wanted more to rush into him and let their collision turn to steam. He had come for her, hadn't he? Not even her father had done that. Her pale fingers tightened to a fist. She shimmered there, glinting of her sea glass necklace and the crystal hilt dagger at her waist, refractions of a million worlds and times she would have loved him, if he had come sooner.


"I thought you were a dream," She hadn't meant to sound so vulnerable, but the pain was welling in her throat. "The waves could have carried you away, or broken you to pieces, and I would never have known. Better if you had been just a foolish dream. Why do you come now?" Her heart banged cruelly in her breast. She remembered the fear, and the love, and the days that dwindled in hope. What did he have to say about all that, and for all the people who had ever disappointed her? She was cruel to make him a mouthpiece, but he had been cruel to vanish so completely.


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hark that warning whisper in your heart


These tall trees were strangers to him; And as strangers they looked on, condemning, a council of ancient groves and pine. This forest was not his; It had never belonged to his blood, as Salsola's tainted soil had.


As a creature of shadow, Lokr was attuned to it still. Awareness prickled through him, brought by the sudden baited stillness of a world on the cusp of renewal.


She watches, the river murmured, a voice of laughter and mercy. She knows.


The soft splashing formed movement, footfall, steps in the thrushes. Lokr turned to see her at last. Enraptured, the tiny insects glittered about her like stars, and with the mirror lapping softly at her heels Semini had never looked more celestial.


The weight in his chest tightened, and then eased. He felt all at once lighter, and freer, than he had since the rains began to fall.


"Because I wanted... I needed to see you," Lokr answered, and the honesty was as wicked as wine pouring from his jaws. Did he dare be so open? How could he explain all that lay between them - Miles, lifetimes, enemies and terror? Too much, too far, two separate and un-meeting worlds. But he had come, and she had watched; And he remembered, intimately, the feel of her silky white hair gliding over his upturned face.


Her anger was not like the anger of Kali, or Osrath, for there was no poison in it. Always there had been a greater sorrow to Semini, as deep and irresistible as the dusky horizon; A small fragment of it belonged to him, now, the imprint of his claw against her resilient soul.


"I wanted to give you something," The hunter's words sounded small in the echoes of her own. In spite of himself, Lokr was drawn toward her - A single step to break the stillness, the small movement of fingers unfurling. The smell of her was too real - And too late, he saw his mistake. You should not have come here. You are not welcome.


But it was done now. "- The truth. I think I owe you that. Semini, please," Entreating, his dark hand reached toward her, clawed fingers reaching like winter branches for the moon.

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all I want is your eyes

The sounds of a warm spring night rose into the air. Insects hummed along the twinkling notes of the river, met by the periodic frog croak or a chirping cricket concerto. A part of her strained vainly to hear the sounds of her foraging boars, but they were miles out. Home most likely, bringing Hazel their scavenged keepsakes. It warmed her to feel that the world was spinning on, and the chorus of the woods lent her strength.


She thought she knew what was coming until his words were said. Want and need were two different things, divided further by his indecision, and yet they came together as one stinging point. Their combined force was enough to make her pause, wary, dissecting the cacophony he had unleashed.


Somewhere in the drifting lights, she saw him come forward. The same acid eyes that rained poison in her dreams, their gaze seeping cruelly into her chest and flowing forever in her veins. She would always want him. Want his eyes – on her, his hands, his voice, his dark hair damp with snowfall and dew. Even now she ached, harder than before with all the awakened gashes of her dashed hopes. Air seemed harder to swallow, she was drowning again. Her fists tightened.


Semini, please, was a phrase she heard frequently in her life. It never changed, always rang the same, Semini, please. Forget your pain. Put aside your losses, just for one moment.


She could never forget the shipwrecks of her heart. She held onto them and smashed them inside herself until she had been pierced a million different ways. Semini, please, was to beg an impossibility. No sooner could she yield her sunken hardships than the moon could bow to the hands of trees.


She felt the old urge to pull away from the hand that strained for her understanding, and loose all her jagged selkie teeth at the joints of his armor. Except, she saw that he wore no armor. Somewhere he had given his scales and fangs up before the light of her moon. He was lost in the dark again, as lost as she had been on her father’s dinghy, unable to know whether the sea would smash her or bring her safely to shore.


Her breath hitched. Fire bugs continued their lazy drift, setting alight her softened eyes.


“What is it, then?” she asked, “Tell me, Lokr.”


It was different than she thought, baring her heart to the hunter’s arrow. She realized that the fear was gone. She was alive beyond his dark aim, her fur stirring, her white chest rising and falling.


She stood unflinching. His hand grazed her stillness, and she might have been just a reflection of the woods and the river and the night sky yet for her eyes. They were hard, real things. They watched only him.


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hark that warning whisper in your heart


Conflict warred behind the ellipses of her gaze, the rise and fall of amber and gold. Had he known her eyes were two different colors? In the halflight they glowed, baleful suns that threatened to see through the thin veil of his persuasion.


If she were to hate him, Lokr would be able to accept it. Hatred he knew most intimately; The cold hands of a lover in the dark. He had been born under paler stars than these, a colder winter than the frost of her refusal. The dark wilds would churn on, their thorny tendrils furling deeper in his veins, claiming more of the bones bleached bare beneath her moonlight.


Hatred he would accept, for it was familiar to him, and a much easier burden to bear.


The blackness of his eyes did not miss the way her ivory fingers curled to fists. Around them, the river laughed on.


"I came to you, the first time, as something other than what I am," He said at last to the impatient silence, poisonous eyes beseeching. How to explain such deep and terrible secrets as these? "I am wrong for you - I am cruel," The soft hiss of his words were heavy with loathing, a loathing that dripped from the back of his throat like an old wound there had been torn open. He would have slain her forest children, would have worn their skins and sharpened the bones of the old matron into weapons of despair. Only her hand had stayed his intent - How else could one assuage the nature of a killer?


"Salsola - do you know it?" His eyes sought hers among the dance of the fireflies, intent and sharp. "It is mine. My blood, my soil, my Queen. Do you know of that place?"


His hand fell away from her, and the darkness within him was a roiling fervor. "I was born there, to darkness, Semini. That is what I am."


His wicked eyes lingered still, watching for the hatred that must surely come.

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all I want is your eyes

Her eyes flared, bright as a sun’s dying breath. She felt a wind in her fur, catching at the white sails of her curling hair. But she stood straight and immovable, not by his treacherous eyes nor the keenly fletched words that struck at her drowned heart.


“You were born to darkness?” She could have laughed, if she didn’t so badly want to cry. “The world is half night. So were many born, so was I. On a ship, to no queens, no soil, just water and starlight.” His hand was gone, the last anchor to her stillness. The river beckoned and she did not resist. Her steps were quiet as she came to the bank, the footfalls taken tenderly by the moist soil and dampened reeds. Water flooded her heels. It offered a moment of respite from the heat of his arrows, one by one their shafts fell broken to the current.


“Have you ever walked through stardust?” She turned to look at him. “On a moonless night, there is no deck, no ocean, no sky, no self. All around you is just…” she watched the firebugs drift out and away. “Tiny lights.”


Her shoulders began to tremble. “And you could never hope to see so much, if not for…for that much darkness.” How could she begin to tell him about the storms or the blazing sunrises? Or any of the other sublime experiences only the open sea had brought her? Her breath caught with the dream that was slipping from her. She wanted white canvas and damp wood, and water as blue as summer. She ached to look at him, and recall how gentle were his hands, how lovely was the small raft they had briefly shared. In the snowfall, it had all been water and not the lonesome, crowded woods.


“I don’t know your home. I don’t know Salsola. Its name pricked her tongue. Her face darkened with its mention, as if she knew the thorns and the depths of angry green. She was half Amaranthe, after all. Her mother’s first lesson was about the wrongs the good woods could do to you. “Do they expect you to come tell every woman you’ve touched that you’re wrong for them?” Her teeth flashed. Then her face settled again.


“You were good to me, Lokr.” He saved her. No amount of night could hide the light of stars, no more than a lifetime of bad tarnish one good truth. “Do you mean to tell me that it was not an honest moment?”


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hark that warning whisper in your heart


The river that claimed her relinquished her as easily to soil and earth and pine. She was a creature of both worlds, his selkie; Beneath her silver embroidery she was as much a beast of clay as he.


But the water caught reluctantly at her feet as she came ashore, and where she stepped tiny oceans remained.


In her words, Semini painted a picture of the sky she knew. For the moment Lokr allowed himself to be ensnared, for he had a love of such wit that went deeper than the tomes he hoarded, the stories he ingested from page after page. To hear her speak thus was to hear the call of the ocean itself, such a lonesome, longing sound; And in her black and starry night he imagined her, the perfect moon.


When she began to tremble, the spell was broken. The flaws stood out to him, as rampant and angry as a crisscross of scars.


"I do not serve the light," Lokr said, and his voice was bleak, "I do not make it brighter by comparison. I have seen - I have done! So many things, Semini, so many things that you would curse me for - You, who sees the stars, you who mothers the little lost things," His dark palms unfurled, and in the shadows they might have been black with blood. How many sins did it take to make the night sky?


With the politics lain bare, Lokr saw again the error to his nature. She did not know Salsola; Had not heard of its reputation. And when she did? How could she recall him with fondness, when the thorns unfurled and barbed at her skin?


You were good to me, Lokr, she said. He almost turned from her then, for those words had never been spoken to him before, and the strangeness of it was too dire. But her question held him still. It would be easier now to lie, and tell her that what had come between them was nothing more to him than a satisfaction of urges, nothing more to him than another successful hunt. It would be kinder, almost, to be so cruel. She could refuse him then, and hate him, and be for all the futures better off.


But he had a greedy dragon's heart. "It was real," The hunter's voice was husky. "It was truer than I have ever been."

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all I want is your eyes

She drank the air. Her pelt wavered tremulous blue and soft sea foam, weeping into the dark river and stark moonlight. But there was a sky full of stars waiting to be caught, she wanted to say. There was a blazing future that outshone all that had been done. The words struggled in her throat, and her jaw tightened with the pressure. She had been a rotten one. She had never forgiven anyone, and it made her so frail, so tenuous. Her words sank in despair.


What could she do from the bottom of the ocean, except look up? - You, who sees the stars, you who mothers the little lost things - she wanted to tell him, aren't you a lost thing? Won't you come to me? But she kept her tongue.


She did not know the thistle kingdom, but she saw how its shadow had snared Lokr. He was a kept man. If his hands were tainted, it was as much his own blood as it was another's. She considered this as moonlight came upon them, dousing their exchange with silver, winking air. Somewhere off, Borya wandered and peered at the woods with his large, gentle eyes. He would never leave Lokr's side, not even if the hunter had died that day. Such was the strength of duty and love, and how it seemed to her such an iron thing, and love just that much heavier. It was then that she knew that this hunter would never truly abandon Salsola, never shake his thorny coils. He would play at freedom. Salsola was his Queen. Her molten eyes gleamed their deep resentment.


Her back might have been full of holes from each time someone had come with false goodness. Lokr at least had the courtesy to stab her from the front. Though her heart was hard with pain, luck would have it that she believed him as he spoke again. She wanted to run to him and pretend that they could belong to each other. Let's sail away, her chest hammered feebly, I'll build a boat, and we'll live with the sun on our skin. It was such a pitiful fantasy she could barely keep down a sob.


The night had softened her edges, and she glimmered as she came to him. They were separate worlds; water and fire, sunken and risen, a sad little dream made of snow and stardust. "Just so." she said so quietly that the river nearly stole the sound. "You'll always be good to me." Salsola's specter fell away, and she saw his face as she had in the forest, with the quiet hues of spring and the untarnished brook. Something of him would always be hers, untouched and pure. She smiled with the small strength it gave her. "Here," She snapped the rope of her necklace. Scales and saltwater glinted behind the rippling sea glass. "A good current will take you to better seas," her hands took his, and light as rain she tucked the tiny jewel within. In the dark it was gone. She looked at him, and her lashes fluttered for the pain in her chest. She had never wanted more than to take him into her arms, but she let the cool night stand between them. "Maybe one day, you will find your way back to me."


Dx [---]

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hark that warning whisper in your heart


So right she would have been, too right.


Lokr had been a lost thing his whole life. He had lost even himself, in the deep-groves of the North, and then a tigress had taken his mortal heart and filled the ivory cage of his ribs with ashes.


Each single bone bore the weight of it; Each tendon and muscle, stretching and groaning, disfigured with the want for her. I am your lost thing, said the voice of a child within him. I have been found.


But a cold wind raced through the pines, and they whispered like a council, old druids standing judicial over his waning fate. They had told him once, these spectral ancestors, that he would be great, and powerful, and at his feet a thousand riches would fall over the gaping skulls of countless foes.


They had lied.


She came to him then, his selkie lover; Her hair was ivory silk, the foam of frothing waves on an endless beach of coral. He thought not of the white cliffs of Salsola, of the small inlet where twas not coral that crushed beneath the heavy foot, but bone; Each, white and perfect as her hair, bleached clean by salt and sun.


"Semini," He said, and her name was a beggarman's plea on his tongue. He had never owned anything of value now, he saw; Would never be able to trade the riches and the dead men's blood for the touch of her again. In his rough, wicked hands she placed a single gem, an ocean-tear threaded on supple leather thong. It felt warm in his palm, captured for a moment the pulse of her heart, and the small valley between her two breasts. "Oh, Semini," He said again, and this time it was with true despair.


His dark claws curled around the little winking stone, hiding it from the glimmer of a moon just rising.


It was not enough; But it was all they had to give. He could not refrain from one last touch, and so - Roughly, brokenly - He filled the space between them, and took her into the dark branches of his arms; And kissed her sweetly, once, so that she would not forget him.


The quiet air released them; And the craven woods took him back into their shadows, where an antlered beast waited to carry him back to a kingdom raised on thistle and blood.

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all I want is your eyes

Her name had never been spoken, not until that moment. He had sown a seed with that heated whisper, and how it bloomed in her shipwrecked heart. Her eyes glimmered open like a wild flame, stoked by his invocation. Their light tangled in the dark of her long lashes.

Oh, Semini. She never wanted anyone else to say it. Pain made her throat fill as if with water, and she wanted to let it all spill. She didn't care about Salsola and she didn't care what he had done, these things paled to what love could promise. But Semini stood still, as something deeper than she knew willed her to be strong. How she wanted nothing more than to bend and to take him and to love him completely. Yet all could not live and grow so long as miles of thorn stood between them.

She had so much more to give. There was an eternity left to give. There was a place with him, even if she couldn't see it then. She was determined to find it, as water could only find a way.

Then his claws came gentle on her skin, and she drew tenderly against him like she always belonged there. The wind lashed at her hair, striking froth and sea foam into the night air.

It had all been true. There were no secrets between their kiss.



Parting was wrong, and her hand lingered tentatively against the air where it had once cupped his cheek. It fell to her side as he disappeared into the night. She realized something that moment, something too late. Letting go had always been an impossibility for her. Whatever good she thought might come of that action, she knew its futility. Even as he faded into darkness, and thus again into dream, she made promises that the good forest would witness.

The night gradually filled in the hole he had made in it. Fire bugs roamed the place he had stood, and moonlight flooded the dark woods. When she was utterly alone, she felt herself move. She came back to the river and laid on the stones and reeds. Around her the night danced on, but she wanted nothing more than to feel cold water on her face and to never sleep again.

*gross crying* [---]

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