Speckled

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

Black freckles covered the walls and the ceiling, some even drifting down to the wooden floor like inky snowflakes. The wind outside gently tugged on the furled sails, testing the strength of the ropes and knots.

 

A soft glow came from the cabin. The ever lit lantern flickered, threatening to plunge the ocean into a murky blue darkness once again, illuminated only by starlight and the sliver of a moon shyly peeking from behind wispy clouds.

 

The high elf beside her snored quietly beneath the soft cotton sheets, oblivious to anything but whatever his dreams consisted of. The witch felt a pang of envy and briefly considered sleeping as well, instead choosing to watch the flakes of rot spread.

 

It was everywhere now. The rot had seeped into nearly every aspect of her life, everywhere she went she could see the black specks. Nobody would admit to seeing it, or they were all just blind. A few times she could feel ghostly fingertips on her skin, a familiar whisper in her ear, nails raking desperately across her flesh. When she turned she would only see the ever present and consuming rot, some specks even showing on her blue gray skin. All she could see was the rot.

 

She could remember a burning tree, ash and smoke clouding her lungs and mind. Let her burn. She thought, cracked lips tracing the words silently. The syllables hung and stung in her throat like bile, struggling to tear free. Let her burn!

 

The flakes of rot drifted downward, beginning their spread as they hit the wooden floor. The pale elf stirred, rolling over in bed and lips parting as he murmured something unintelligible. She half expected him to open his eyes, and widen his eyes in horror as he finally saw the rot all around him.

 

But he wouldn’t, he never did. He would just show that same look of concern and lull her back to sleep. Who would keep watch over the rot then? It grew faster when she didn’t watch it. Her gaze turned back to her lover, and her eyes widened in horror. On his pale cheek rest a feathery flake of black rot, standing out starkly. Ghostly fingernails tore down her arms, and her hand jerked forth despite the pain increasing.

 

As she brushed away the flake, the elven man’s golden eyes opened and turned sleepily up to the witch’s face. The pale elven man pushed himself up off the mattress and wrapped his arms around the witch, tugging her down to the soft cotton sheets and pressing a kiss to her nose as they settled again. “What’s wrong, maliyu?”

 

“Just nightmares again.” She replied with a sigh, feeling the warmth of his hand brush against the back of her head. His eyelids soon drooped shut as he fell asleep again. Her eyes remained open.

 

All she could do was stare at the black freckle on his cheek.

[Chorale__ 2147]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

[Chorale__ 2147]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.