Brelione//DruigxOC

rewrite the stars

the morning is overflowing with inescapable questions of marriage and daily plans. id like to say that i wanted the subject changed, that i didn't want to hear all about getting married to druig. but i loved it. the slight bickering between sprite and kingo as they decided who would be best man, though we all know it would be phastos. and druig couldn't wipe the smile off his face, eventually slipping away into the hall, leaving me to battle the other eternals.

when i turned to him, eyes wide as i waited for him to come back, signing to him that he was just as stuck as i was. he simply lifted his hand to his eyes, smiling as he walked down the hall. wow. wow. makkari smiles, nudging my shoulder. so, you really want to marry him?she signs. maybe.i reply, though i know the look on my face will give me away.

"maybe? bitch, you're dreaming about it. i'm not sure about anyone else here but i don't usually dream of marrying someone i don't wanna marry."phastos says. ah, a way out. so you're saying there is someone you want to marry. i sign, leaning forward as i watch him shrink under my gaze. he told me once that i have one of the most intimidating resting faces he's ever seen, though i don't see it at all.

thena agreed with him on that one, said that it's the way that my eyelids rest that makes me look regal. since she said that, some 300 years ago, my ego has been absolutely through the roof. regal. thena said i looked regal. and if she says it then it must be true. it's not long before we are all picking on eachother, discussing marriage. it doesn't take long before sprite decides they don't want to engage in this conversation with me any longer, dragging me away into the main room where ikaris still resides.

he stiffens as we enter the room, becoming uneasy. he sits, eyes down as he pretends to be reading something. "morning."he says, quiet and monotone. it's like he's been caught doing something bad, knowing he's in trouble. we give him light waves as sprite drags me to the corner of the room in which she's been storing forks, rocks, small things i can't recognize. "i set this up earlier, pretty easy. i just drop the things, make some sounds, see what color is what."she explains, sitting down.

it feels like a therapy session as i sit across, feeling ikaris' curious eyes. "your powers have sound, what color is it?" sprite asks, picking up his journal as he awaits my answer. it's so odd, this setting. green and gold. to this, he raises an eyebrow, realising for the first time that he doesn't truly understand the wonders of my extra sense. wonders, troubles, whatever someone may call it.

"so, when you see it, what's it like? does it go away when you close your eyes? what does my voice look like? do all things have color?"it's a rapid fire series of questions, leaving me unable to decide which fo answer first. "sprite, why not ask her one question at a time?"ikaris asks from his side of the room, gaining our attention.

his voice is thick, both with his accent and with anxiety. i cannot tell why, i don't imagine he has a whole lot to worry about. perhaps it's about the sersi situation. sprite groans, looking at her notebook. "a good start is uh... a description of what it's like."he says, getting up from the bean bag chair and dragging it over.

he doesn't ask before he does so but sure, there's room for another. he sits back down, a few feet away from me with his hands on his lap. sprite looks to me, pen in hand.

it's like a world on fire. there's red, orange, blue burning embers. it's constant, even when you think the flame is dead the coals are still alive.

sprite nods, not commenting on the matter as the pen scratches against the paper. gray, that's the color of the sound of the ballpoint touching the thick paper. "we can start easiest, what color is my voice?"she asks. teal, i reply. it's funny, how it matches the tones of her suit. but i'm not certain whether they really correspond with each other, if they did then ikaris' voice would be blue. "and mine?"ikaris asks. crab orange. he chuckles, raising his eyebrows.