Stealing Sunlight

VALKYRIE She stood in the storm Valkyrie was all for impressing the one creature in the Rift she felt was worthy of worship, but there was something horribly off-putting about the new nature of K’yarie’s thickened waist, the risen brawn beneath star-spotted ebon and the denseness of the skull which looked so perfectly chiselled - as a woman. The adrenaline was slow to dissipate, simmering on gently through the pulsing labyrinth of her veins, preventing the Shieldmaiden’s thoughts to truly calm. Eye’s like ice found themselves criticising the fabric of the other’s ethereal quality, well, what had been, though she was certain to withhold that worsening opinion, and not let on. It was obvious they were not admiring the same picture. “Not particularly…” she muttered in response with a low, throaty tone, unable to muster a lie even to favour her waiting idol. “No more radiant than the filth adorning me.” Pastel-pink nose dipped to butt against the squared bulge of her own, nauseatingly masculine shoulder. Certainly, she couldn’t find the same light in the situation that apparently K’yarie could. A man was a man: putrid, pathetic… an abomination generally. The sooner she could find a way to rid herself of this malediction, the better. Like a sullen child, Valkyrie recoiled her ordinarily bountiful attention but found her eyes diverted heavenward, by the blinding brightness of the solar flowers. A question begged to be asked, teetering on the brink of existence, but she fastened her jaw upon it for the moment and inhaled a nose-full of rain. “I missed you, you know...” the pale girl offered simply. With nothing better to do and a small sliver of gratitude in her stone-like heart for the familiar kind of company the celestial one offered, the cursed adolescent devoted the remainder of her day to fussing over the alien flowers and distracting uncomfortable topics with entirely pointless small talk. and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.

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