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adelaide saulė phanes
 Posted on: Jul 21 2017, 01:50 PM
the sun
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Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

The whoosh of mechanized airflow joined with the polite, intermittent safety alarm. Cardinal-colored safety lights pulsed in time, illuminating the dark walkways with ominous spotlights. Otherwise, the floating monstrosity was silent, hovering thousands of miles above a lifeless imitation of earth. Star and sunlight dispersed through triple-plated glass windows, coating rectangular rows of the defunct space station in eerie white luminescence. Episodic creaks of rotation served as the only measure of movement as the craft orbited.

A rumble shook the metallic infrastructure, jostling the bridge's frame. Metallic grates rattling against an unseen pressure, the resistance ultimately met its breaking point. As if materializing from the ether, a swirling circle bloomed into the control room, rippling atoms outward as pulses of movement curled at the edges of its manifestation. Seconds passed, the shimmering black door roiling with unconstrained current, lashing outwards irregularly with tendrils.

Jolts of undiluted power flowed, conducted and dispersed into the ship's foundation as an oval lump erupted from the portal's center. The projectile arced through the air and slammed into the grated floor, sending reverberations through the adjoining three capsules. The display wavered, static echoing as the doorway destabilized. Within half a minute, the fragmented tear between realities sputtered out and collapsed. The rift shuttered with little more than a zip of acquiescence.

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

Sssss. The motionless envoy assailed into life with a hiss and a series of violent coughs, the humanoid's chest heaving as her side screamed in pain. The landing left the traveler shaking in spasms, gasping at the thin oxygen. Her breathing eventually slowed, hoarsely forced through her windpipe as her trembling arms locked against the rough metal. Pushing up her bruised body with care, Adelaide put her finger to a damp sensation on her chin. Eyeing the index digit, squinting in the shadows, she saw the contrast between the pink of her hand and the red of her blood. Her face must've caught the brunt of her fall. The gap between her shoulder blades was next to shoot needles through her spine.

"Ah!" The spirit grimaced, tested her wingspan, then flinched in resistance as the motion encouraged further punishment. The scars. The crash. A consuming fire, a deafening explosion flickered in her mind. In San Francisco, the mother's scars had congealed into purple stripes long ago. Had this body aged at all? Judging by the dryness of her space suit, Della knew her burned back wasn't bleeding. The portal had saved her broken conduit - to an extent - for the time. Minutes elapsed. She zeroed in on the pinging alarm, nonplussed. Adelaide Phanes hadn't incorporated her portal plunges as habit, but not once had the journey delivered her to such an emotionally-charged relic.

The presumable human grabbed hold of a metal bar and pulled her cramping legs to a stand. Turning to face the only source of colorless light, a gasp left her mouth hanging wide. Earth stared back at her, a lifetime away, dull and voiceless. She stared, dumbstruck, then limped her way to the skylight. A pale palm pressed against the barrier, amplifying her antennae. She listened. She thought nothing, and listened more. No call responded, only the low hum of decaying machinery.

Ping.

A large drop of saline fell from her face, landing next to her futuristic boot. The fire-headed woman was silently crying, expression blank in a disquieting display of indiscernible affect. "My daughter." The alto voice called, mournful and helpless. "I am sorry." The admission of guilt made her wince. Her palm tightened into a fist and she pounded on the clear barrier. Once. Twice. Four times, grunting with each impact. Della let a low moan escape. She glared at the crumbling planet, her golden eyes pained and wrathful. She let her cries grow louder, the tenor of her sobbing filling the abandoned chamber with low frequencies. Della believed she had nothing to hide here, trapped in this cruel graveyard. Her cheeks flushed red, her sight wavering through tears. But still she did not turn from her child's silent corpse.

why in the night sky are the lights hung
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thea rose mcgovern
 Posted on: Jul 22 2017, 07:05 AM
Summer Sprite
❝ She is made from the bloom of wildflowers, the wonder of red sunsets, and a longing that spans lifetimes. ❞
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Thea didn’t know where she was. She had stepped through the portal to get away from the noise and confusion of the city, to feel the sun on her face and the quiet hum of nature around her, to be herself. And this place, though quiet save for the groan of mechanical parts—a sound she was still not quite used to—and a pinging sound that was quickly becoming her least favorite sound of all time; there was nothing green here. No hint of breeze, save for a whirring ac unit, no warmth from the sun—the only light at all was bathing everything in a pale red and blinking on and off like it might give way at any minute—nothing familiar jumped out at her. And to top that all off, she was freezing. A fact that left her incredibly cloudy headed as she wandered what looked to be a long hallway. Underneath the sleepiness, she was terrified. If she was lost out here…who would think to look for her? Iorek, maybe, after a time would notice she hadn't been sneakily watching the shop hoping for a glace of the girl who was supposed to be her sister. But how would he find her? And when? Going through the portal was always a crap shoot. One day it was kind, the next, malicious. Iorek could just as likely be dropped in the savannah as he was to be dropped here. And who knew what else could happen before that. The darkness could find her or someone just as malicious. And that thought made her incredibly uncomfortable. In hopes of staying hidden, and because her head was lolling on her shoulders, she had shrunken herself to the size of a fox, and blanketed her usual glow. Only the barest bit of her sunshine shone through almost as if she were peeking out from behind dark clouds. It was just enough to see by when the flashing red lights were off.

She needed to find out where she was. But just as importantly, if not more so, she needed to find some place that wasn’t cold. If she could just last until the portal reappeared the sprite would be all right. She'd faced worse than an abandoned metal corridor. Determination filled her quaking spirit with something akin to bravery and she stepped forward from where the portal had dropped her. There were precious clues to be found about her location, and what little there was made no sense to Thea. Wherever it was, it was seemingly abandoned. Which, though it filled her need for quiet it also made the adventure more frightening. The Summer sprite was rarely left alone in her previous life, the steady pant of her companion often discouraged any feelings of loneliness or fear, but in her new life both feelings were prominent. She hid them as best she could under a false sense of bravado—she was terribly prideful—but here, when it seemed there was no one to put the show on for, she could admit the truth to herself. She didn't like being alone. It allowed her fears to creep in, stalking her in her own mind, and unlike a real predator, there was no real hope of escape. No where that she could run or hide where they wouldn't find her. And absolutely no way to go back and undo the mistakes she had made. She just had to soldier on until she found the answers she sought. Answers about her sisters, answers about her oldest friend. She had to know just how dark the blood stains were on her hands.

A loud cry jerked the sprite out of her melancholy thoughts. She wasn't alone here. Her heart, though already thudding in her chest, quickened. Yet, instead of avoiding the cries, she turned toward them. They sounded pained, a sound that the soulless creatures of darkness were unable to make. Therefore, she had to investigate. Though not as nurturing as her sister Spring was, it was still her duty to care for all things of nature. Besides, she selfishly thought, perhaps this creature—once she helped ease whatever pain it was in—could keep her safe until the portal reappeared. At any rate, two of them stood a greater chance together than they did alone. Carefully, as if she were approaching a wounded animal, Thea approached the other woman. Still no larger than a fox, she allowed her glow to brighten slightly. “Why are you crying?” The sprite said softly, “Are you hurt?”

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adelaide saulė phanes
 Posted on: Sep 1 2017, 09:30 AM
the sun
❝ Remember you are this universe and this universe is you. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. ❞
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Replacing the adrenaline behind her outburst, numbness began to settle through the alien woman's arms and face. Steaming tears continued to flow down her cheeks, but the pace slowed to a trickle. Mouth dry and eyes puffy, she sniffled back snot and stood rigid against the reinforced window. She couldn't budge from the sight of the decaying planet, marveling at the corpse as if it were unrecognizable. It might as well have been a foreign entity; its surfaces were barren and cracked, dull and subdued. Nothing green, barely blue. Feeling faint, a survivalist's voice echoed in the antechambers of her skull. This is not her. This is not her. A convincing impostor, nothing more.

Knowledge had always felt more visceral than factual to the entity. In the pit of her gut she knew that this semblance of Earth was likely connected to the true daughter she'd once warmed. With mortal skin came mortal coping mechanisms. Apparently denial was effective.

"Why are you crying?"

Over the pulsing of her heart and the constant whir of the decrepit ship, the mourning mother had not sensed any approach. Her body whipped from the graveyard, scorching hands turning mauve instantaneously. Temperature abnormally rising, the trapped sun's eyes flashed orange as she defensively stiffened to face the intruder. Her lips curled in an aggressive snarl, the suit-clad alien was something to behold. Startled, she steadied her stance against an attack. Yet as her wavering vision cleared, the unnatural heat rising from her skin stalled.

The peculiar glowing creature left her confused and uncertain. Fear faded into caution. Frowning down at the dog-sized being, Della narrowed her stare. The tangerine fire in her pupils faded to a bright shade of sky. "What do you want?" She croaked evenly, steeling her expression to conceal the remnants of her grief. The once-mighty star was no longer untouchable. She was in a disposable body, one she wished to protect and defend against potential enemies. Though the stranger before her was little and soft-spoken, the mother knew to be wary. Nothing on this side of the portal could be taken at face value.

"I am not."She denied firmly. The tears on her neck glistened cardinal in the flashes of red warning lights. "What are you?" She demanded, daunted by mystery. Her swollen fingers curled into fists. Trust didn't come easy, and the ethereal critter in the viewing bay had caught her at her most vulnerable. That vulnerability belonged to her, and her alone.

why in the night sky are the lights hung
BY MITZI

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