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PROLOGUE?? the joining of mattias larnaca
When he set his hand down, the desert sand felt as cold as cavern water. It was a curious dichotomy. One that reddened his skin and numbed his fingers. Painful at first, the numbness turned it into a dull ache, leaving him to simply stare in unbridled curiosity as his fingers colored once more. Blue this time, with dapples of white forming on the top.
Frost. The foreign word came unbidden to his mind in a silky voice. Feminine. A different person. No. A different being.
The goddess of the night circled around him like ink in water and fabric in the wind, her arms billowing out in sleeves that wrapped around him and turned him frigid.
Frozen. Another foreign word. She filled his mind with them in a cruel purr that leaves him wanting more than fearful. Cold, frozen, snow-a whole dictionary untouched now laid out before him and if his fingers were able to move, then move them he would if only to reach out and turn its pages. It was as if being exposed to a new world, one free from the suffocating heat he had been forever trapped in. She was his savior indeed.
The cold slows his heartbeat and he can feel the blood pump from it. A steady rhythm that's few and far between. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Mattias Larnaca registered he was dying and yet couldn't bring himself to care. Nocta's arms, blankets made of the purest night and riddled with flecks of white, held him close and tightly. Crushing, by any other man's words, Mattias felt a thread of connection form. His skin turned a chilled white as the thread was woven, thin at first, it thickened quickly, connecting the two of them as Nocta considered his offer. The markings on her body swirled around him in contemplation.
You are stronger than you seem.Her voice was satin wrapped over a thousand daggers; Mattias was pinned in place. Even if his limbs hadn't stiffened in their frostbitten state, he doubted he could move. Nocta was too beautiful, too dangerous, too astonishing to have finally found. He could not turn away from his life's work, even while knowing that death accompanied a failed connection.
You are more clever than you look. My lying, deceitful brother-The markings around him swirled angrily, spiralling and knotting as her voice turned venomous. -made it a hard task to find me. Yet here you are. Settling down enough to be impressed, she calmed herself back to a purr. A sudden warmth cleared his tongue of stiffness and he realized she was waiting for a response.
"I-I have scoured the books of the archives looking for you, great goddess." Mattias' tongue felt too thick to speak and his words slurred as a result. Hardly the way to talk to a god, let alone one so imperial as Nocta. Even worse, there was an inherent shiver in his tone. Should Nocta see fit, it could be counted against him as a weakness. "I have lived my life to find you. T-to free you. To bring your night back, should you wish it."
Should I wish it... Snakelike, she weaved around him, her words echoing from behind now. Contemplative as she seemed, there was an edge to her tone that spoke of offense. He had said the wrong words. Mattias longed to step forward and repair his misstep but Nocta's charity had faded. His tongue was numbed once again. Tell me, human. Why wouldn't I wish it? After being imprisoned for so long do you truly thing I wish to escape only to be caged again? By you? By any man? If I free myself it will be with my own two-
The sheer alarm Mattias felt was enough to overcome any amount of cold. "You cannot!" He shouted. Baffled, the goddess fell silent, slithering back to the front of his view. Mattias took the chance to continue. "Goddess, please. You cannot break out of this place on your own. It is the heart of the prison itself to confine you. It has sealed your power long ago and it has not loosened it's hold. You are not strong here. You will not grow any stronger. Should you try to escape on your own, you would be decimated. That is the nature of this prison. I suspect you know that."
A shocked silence stretched between them and within it all of Mattias' fears were fully realized. He had crossed a line in speaking out of turn. Lack of discipline. His heart was slowing further, his own breath coming sparingly and raggedly. Weakness of form. Already, he was regretting his words. Weakness of personality. At least three grievous offenses against him. Death would surely come quick. A fleet end to his years of labor and dedication. He couldn't help but feel it wasted if he ended here.
... You speak the truth, even if you speak it out of turn. I cannot escape. It was a good answer. A good sign, leaning more towards a positive impression than negative. Somehow. Mattias sighed in relief, his breath billowing before him. The sight startles him enough to stiffen; he can almost hear Nocta smile. Why do you wish to help me?
"Dear goddess, you are weakened but still powerful. Surely you can see the answer for that yourself."
Humans speak truths without meaning to.
Mattias frowned. "Maybe so, dear goddess, but I did not come here to bare my soul. I, myself, am inconsequential in comparison to the struggle you have seen. Let me be your key to this prison, let my body restore your strength. I will do anything and demand nothing from you." He could move now, he noticed, the frost melting on his sunburnt skin. "My reason is your own goal. I wish to restore the night. It would be too selfish of me to be the only one to see your beauty." Had he passed the trial? She had frozen him, slowed his heart, brought him to the verge of death and now she was letting go. Surely, that had to mean something. Mattias took another step forward, hand balled into a loose fist atop his heart. "Please, goddess." Proffering his hand, his breath hitches. Remnants of shivers run down his spine. "Let me guide you to your vengeance."
Again, a silence stretched for so long Mattias thought he might suffocate in it. His heart was pounding madly, making up for time it had wasted frozen. Finally, Nocta pulled back, her billows arms retreating from around him.
Recite the Joining.
Frost. The foreign word came unbidden to his mind in a silky voice. Feminine. A different person. No. A different being.
The goddess of the night circled around him like ink in water and fabric in the wind, her arms billowing out in sleeves that wrapped around him and turned him frigid.
Frozen. Another foreign word. She filled his mind with them in a cruel purr that leaves him wanting more than fearful. Cold, frozen, snow-a whole dictionary untouched now laid out before him and if his fingers were able to move, then move them he would if only to reach out and turn its pages. It was as if being exposed to a new world, one free from the suffocating heat he had been forever trapped in. She was his savior indeed.
The cold slows his heartbeat and he can feel the blood pump from it. A steady rhythm that's few and far between. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Mattias Larnaca registered he was dying and yet couldn't bring himself to care. Nocta's arms, blankets made of the purest night and riddled with flecks of white, held him close and tightly. Crushing, by any other man's words, Mattias felt a thread of connection form. His skin turned a chilled white as the thread was woven, thin at first, it thickened quickly, connecting the two of them as Nocta considered his offer. The markings on her body swirled around him in contemplation.
You are stronger than you seem.Her voice was satin wrapped over a thousand daggers; Mattias was pinned in place. Even if his limbs hadn't stiffened in their frostbitten state, he doubted he could move. Nocta was too beautiful, too dangerous, too astonishing to have finally found. He could not turn away from his life's work, even while knowing that death accompanied a failed connection.
You are more clever than you look. My lying, deceitful brother-The markings around him swirled angrily, spiralling and knotting as her voice turned venomous. -made it a hard task to find me. Yet here you are. Settling down enough to be impressed, she calmed herself back to a purr. A sudden warmth cleared his tongue of stiffness and he realized she was waiting for a response.
"I-I have scoured the books of the archives looking for you, great goddess." Mattias' tongue felt too thick to speak and his words slurred as a result. Hardly the way to talk to a god, let alone one so imperial as Nocta. Even worse, there was an inherent shiver in his tone. Should Nocta see fit, it could be counted against him as a weakness. "I have lived my life to find you. T-to free you. To bring your night back, should you wish it."
Should I wish it... Snakelike, she weaved around him, her words echoing from behind now. Contemplative as she seemed, there was an edge to her tone that spoke of offense. He had said the wrong words. Mattias longed to step forward and repair his misstep but Nocta's charity had faded. His tongue was numbed once again. Tell me, human. Why wouldn't I wish it? After being imprisoned for so long do you truly thing I wish to escape only to be caged again? By you? By any man? If I free myself it will be with my own two-
The sheer alarm Mattias felt was enough to overcome any amount of cold. "You cannot!" He shouted. Baffled, the goddess fell silent, slithering back to the front of his view. Mattias took the chance to continue. "Goddess, please. You cannot break out of this place on your own. It is the heart of the prison itself to confine you. It has sealed your power long ago and it has not loosened it's hold. You are not strong here. You will not grow any stronger. Should you try to escape on your own, you would be decimated. That is the nature of this prison. I suspect you know that."
A shocked silence stretched between them and within it all of Mattias' fears were fully realized. He had crossed a line in speaking out of turn. Lack of discipline. His heart was slowing further, his own breath coming sparingly and raggedly. Weakness of form. Already, he was regretting his words. Weakness of personality. At least three grievous offenses against him. Death would surely come quick. A fleet end to his years of labor and dedication. He couldn't help but feel it wasted if he ended here.
... You speak the truth, even if you speak it out of turn. I cannot escape. It was a good answer. A good sign, leaning more towards a positive impression than negative. Somehow. Mattias sighed in relief, his breath billowing before him. The sight startles him enough to stiffen; he can almost hear Nocta smile. Why do you wish to help me?
"Dear goddess, you are weakened but still powerful. Surely you can see the answer for that yourself."
Humans speak truths without meaning to.
Mattias frowned. "Maybe so, dear goddess, but I did not come here to bare my soul. I, myself, am inconsequential in comparison to the struggle you have seen. Let me be your key to this prison, let my body restore your strength. I will do anything and demand nothing from you." He could move now, he noticed, the frost melting on his sunburnt skin. "My reason is your own goal. I wish to restore the night. It would be too selfish of me to be the only one to see your beauty." Had he passed the trial? She had frozen him, slowed his heart, brought him to the verge of death and now she was letting go. Surely, that had to mean something. Mattias took another step forward, hand balled into a loose fist atop his heart. "Please, goddess." Proffering his hand, his breath hitches. Remnants of shivers run down his spine. "Let me guide you to your vengeance."
Again, a silence stretched for so long Mattias thought he might suffocate in it. His heart was pounding madly, making up for time it had wasted frozen. Finally, Nocta pulled back, her billows arms retreating from around him.
Recite the Joining.
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