Post by strixx-variaa on Jan 4, 2016 19:48:01 GMT -6
Seafoam splendor, whitecap waves, keep me from my early grave.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Everything was slow. His every movement felt belabored, and the water -- when did this bay get so deep?
Thaumas was usually so comfortable here, near the bottom of the bay. These were the dark stones and the bright corals he'd grown up on. This was his ancestral home, this water, and ever since his birth he'd been taking spells beneath the waves. He was one of Cascade's divine creations -- how could he refuse her?
Seafoam splendor, whitecap waves...
Again the little prayer, but incomplete this time. It was hard enough to focus on the glimmering lights of Kiephis in the distance with his head throbbing like this, without adding the task of prayer.
Forgive me, Wave-Mother.
He was usually so comfortable here, looking up at Her City from his nooks and crannies below, seeing those precious cathedrals of air swaying gently in the current atop each glorious tower.
Except now he could not reach Her, and he was frightened he may never reach Her again.
It was a struggle to propel himself forward, let alone upwards at the same time, and it took him what felt like ten forevers to do it, but just when he was reaching the end of his energy Thaumas found himself at a large, low window paned with that rippling membrane which denotes air. Even now, in the grip of this elemental's drug, he knew he had a better chance of finding help if he could make it inside an air-breather's space. You have too few children, Mother.
With a heave and a push and a fall that scrambled what had been left of his orientation, Thaumas found himself still transformed, gasping for air on someone's stone floor. He had no idea if he'd made it to the Clerics' sanitoriums or if he'd just committed a home invasion on some poor soul. All he knew was that he could feel his body taking its land form, and that for all his best efforts to calm it, his heart was probably audible all the way in Valore.
words: 362
tags: thepaisley
notes: starting thread for thaumas & talaara from this plot! not a closed thread, so please join if you like. :D i'm writing this imagining him stung by some massive or potent jellyfish type creature, so roll with that if you like. :3 (also i imagined the "window" he's come crashing through being like, paned with air bubble membranes through some sort of sustained water magic, because when i think of an underwater city available to air-breathers apparently that's what i think of. :'D if it's not right, someone please tell me and i'll fix it!)
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Everything was slow. His every movement felt belabored, and the water -- when did this bay get so deep?
Thaumas was usually so comfortable here, near the bottom of the bay. These were the dark stones and the bright corals he'd grown up on. This was his ancestral home, this water, and ever since his birth he'd been taking spells beneath the waves. He was one of Cascade's divine creations -- how could he refuse her?
Seafoam splendor, whitecap waves...
Again the little prayer, but incomplete this time. It was hard enough to focus on the glimmering lights of Kiephis in the distance with his head throbbing like this, without adding the task of prayer.
Forgive me, Wave-Mother.
He was usually so comfortable here, looking up at Her City from his nooks and crannies below, seeing those precious cathedrals of air swaying gently in the current atop each glorious tower.
Except now he could not reach Her, and he was frightened he may never reach Her again.
It was a struggle to propel himself forward, let alone upwards at the same time, and it took him what felt like ten forevers to do it, but just when he was reaching the end of his energy Thaumas found himself at a large, low window paned with that rippling membrane which denotes air. Even now, in the grip of this elemental's drug, he knew he had a better chance of finding help if he could make it inside an air-breather's space. You have too few children, Mother.
With a heave and a push and a fall that scrambled what had been left of his orientation, Thaumas found himself still transformed, gasping for air on someone's stone floor. He had no idea if he'd made it to the Clerics' sanitoriums or if he'd just committed a home invasion on some poor soul. All he knew was that he could feel his body taking its land form, and that for all his best efforts to calm it, his heart was probably audible all the way in Valore.
words: 362
tags: thepaisley
notes: starting thread for thaumas & talaara from this plot! not a closed thread, so please join if you like. :D i'm writing this imagining him stung by some massive or potent jellyfish type creature, so roll with that if you like. :3 (also i imagined the "window" he's come crashing through being like, paned with air bubble membranes through some sort of sustained water magic, because when i think of an underwater city available to air-breathers apparently that's what i think of. :'D if it's not right, someone please tell me and i'll fix it!)
