HE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN T -
Light. Light like the memory inscribed on her skin, the memory of the world before this darkness had become it. Her eyes bathed in white light beneath a blue sky, the air tasting of brine and salt as the ocean waves lapped against the shore. It was a picturesque scene, like one out of a painting or a postcard … though, to be fair, paintings and postcards were all she really had to remember the Surface, wasn’t it? If she closed her eyes, it would feel like … no, home was too strong of a word. It would feel like the past again, when things were simpler, when things were brighter. When she wasn’t trapped in a clockwork city, where pieces moved and all she could do was stand there and push as hard as she could against the tide.
Things had been simpler back then. Perhaps she could’ve lived a simple life, one ignorant of all the wonders she’d seen down here, all the hidden mysteries of the Neath and beautiful secrets found in the darkness. It would’ve been a life bound in its totality by light and law, one where she would’ve stayed bent and bowed … but it might have been a life where she could be happy.
Closing her eyes, she felt the cool breeze rush across her skin, the chirping of birds filling the morning air. She wanted to linger there forever, alone in the nature of the above, beyond the false-stars and dark sky to the memory of a home that never was. But that wasn’t to be. Only a fool would believe they could come to such a place, a paradise found only in song and story. No, this was a memory, that was all, and a false-memory at that, one born from longing and nostalgia. She wouldn’t find that place anywhere the starlight touched.
She lay back with a new weight on her heart. This was but a dream and a dream was fleeting, but she would savor this dream for every moment it afforded her.
Seconds faded into minutes and minutes seemed to fade to hours and days until she next opened her eyes and there was darkness.
Azoth groaned as she sat up from her bedroll, stretching, the Surface-longing still heavy in her heart. I really should visit, just for a day, she thought, still groggy. I hear Naples is nice this time of year. Get out by the Mediterranean, maybe visit the rest of Europe too … maybe Vienna. Always wanted to go there. Just enjoy the sunlight and the stars for a bit before they decide to kill you. Caution had done her good in the Neath. Her face was still an alien one to the Boatman, so as long as she didn’t linger for long, perhaps she’d avoid the consequences of Surface travel. After the hunt, she decided. Once this is over, provided I don’t die first.
Standing, she checked her pocket watch almost on instinct: five in the morning, precisely. Not that it mattered. Her plans for today had definitely been disrupted, but that wasn’t too important. Provided that her associate remained sane and didn’t decide to sell an orphanage’s worth of souls to the devils on a whim, things would be fine. Looking around, Bastet was still sleeping soundly, curled into a ball beside the bedroll. Gently picking her up, Azoth slid the kitten into her pocket and left. This shed was an intriguing place; sure, it was a safe house, but either Gideon was the most paranoid person she knew or he was hiding something.
The Surface could wait. There was fun to be had here.
edited by Azothi on 3/22/2017