AISHA
i doubt its your style
not to get what you set
not to get what you set
Korbin indulged, despite her 'story' having been little more than a sentence of nonsense he started his strong and mysterious, "Mmmm," she oooed and settled back into a comfortable laze, prepared for the tale the raven would weave. The picture he painted with his words used many colors, there were ups and downs, the soft pinks of love and the violet crimsons of a fight. The lovers split, as lovers sometimes do.
The world he described, Ice's domain and Halo's reign, was a bitter one. A land with no rain, no green, a merciless terrain of rock and snow. A land Aisha wouldn't choose as her own, she breathed to bask in the sunlight, the warm among the vibrancy of spring and summer's wonders. To cry in the rain, rather than have her tears turn to snow. And yet she could see it as he saw it, disciplined, and in that, eternally perfect.
"What of fire?" she asked, cocking her head and giving a languid flick of her ear.
The world he described, Ice's domain and Halo's reign, was a bitter one. A land with no rain, no green, a merciless terrain of rock and snow. A land Aisha wouldn't choose as her own, she breathed to bask in the sunlight, the warm among the vibrancy of spring and summer's wonders. To cry in the rain, rather than have her tears turn to snow. And yet she could see it as he saw it, disciplined, and in that, eternally perfect.
"What of fire?" she asked, cocking her head and giving a languid flick of her ear.
out to acquire
your eyes are on fire
your eyes are on fire
