hold me close smother me, my little dracula wrap your arms around me
Maybe not, maybe the spiral staircase was of some spiritual significance. It did seem like something made for the divine; maybe not for mortals to ascend, but for the immortal to hail down to earth. Aisha imagined Safrin, the goddess she'd met, descending the stone cloaked in stardust, her dress blazing out behind her and raining light in it's wake. Seems like a 'god thing' doesn't it, she said playfully, though did consider the notions.
The sky beasts flew down, nearing the steps still cradled by earth, ivy climbing and stretching across the smooth rock. Where Deimos planted himself atop a step, Aisha tucked herself below it, folding her wings and grasping onto a vine. She hung there, viewing the world from the bat's perspective, gazing around with curious eyes. When he moved on she dropped from her perch and followed, though when the pattern of start and stopping continued Aisha quickly got bored. Nothing was happening, and she came to explore.
Impatiently circling, the flying fox called down to the eagle, It's a shame you're not warden anymore, you'd get to fill out papers and talk to people instead of boring old this, teasing and taunting, integral to their relationship.
The sky beasts flew down, nearing the steps still cradled by earth, ivy climbing and stretching across the smooth rock. Where Deimos planted himself atop a step, Aisha tucked herself below it, folding her wings and grasping onto a vine. She hung there, viewing the world from the bat's perspective, gazing around with curious eyes. When he moved on she dropped from her perch and followed, though when the pattern of start and stopping continued Aisha quickly got bored. Nothing was happening, and she came to explore.
Impatiently circling, the flying fox called down to the eagle, It's a shame you're not warden anymore, you'd get to fill out papers and talk to people instead of boring old this, teasing and taunting, integral to their relationship.
AISHA
