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love as light

[  love  as  a  luminous  force — warm,  radiant,  and  golden  ]  when  mary  oliver  wrote  "light  of  the  world  hold  me”  and  when  charles  bukowski  said  “I  look  at  her  and  light  goes  all  through  me”  and  when  david  viscott  said  “to  love  and  be  loved  is  to  feel  the  sun  from  both  sides”and  when  e.  e.  cummings  said  “lovers  alone  wear  sunlight”

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the  vastayan  throws  back  his  head  for  a  hearty  caw  of  laughter  .  ❝  i  like  this  kid  !  he  has  spirit  ,  the  spirit  of  excitement  .  hey  ,  don’t  let  anyone  take  that  from  you  ,  little  guy  .  if  you  want  to  get  yourself  killed  off  chasing  your  dream  ,  that’s  your  business  and  nobody  elses  .  ❞    he  jabs  a  finger  in  the  air  at  the  youth  to  emphasize  each  word  ,  wholly  sincere  in  his  claim  .  it’s  what  he  did  afterall  -  left  the  safety  of  his  tribe  to  chase  the  golden  horizon  of  opportunity  and  look  where  it  got  him  .  certainly  not  dead  .  alive  enough  to  pass  his  infinite  wisdom  down  to  the  plucky  youngsters  .    ❝  but  for  now  ,  stick  close  to  me  .  i  can  at  least  keep  you  standing  for  a  couple  more  minutes  .  ❞

     ❛ People say they don’t like violence  ——  but they  all  watch. ❜

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it’s  a  familiar  scene  for  him  ,  even  if  the  centerpiece  is  a  bit  different  -  a  fighting  ring  in  place  of  a  stage  .  it  draws  the  same  crowd  though  ,  looking  for  the  same  type  of  distraction  -  blood  or  a  song  ,  anything  to  take  the  edge  off  .  and  rakan  can  recognize  a  fellow  entertainer  .  

- height . rakan towers over most humans at 6 feet 5 inches (195 cm) . his limbs are almost unnaturally long and he sports the physique of a dancer , lanky but well toned 

- feathers . he has an array of feathers all over his body , not just confined to his wings . top to bottom they encompass his ears , the nape of his neck , the outside of his arms from shoulder to wrist entirely , his upper rib area beneath his pectorals , his outter thighs , his pelvic area and around his calves. 

- eyes . rakan’s eyes are an unnatural bright green , with a catlike thin vertical pupil . he has astute night vision, as well as a tapetum lucidum that makes his eyes appear to glow when reflecting light in the dark . this is what it’s like to encounter a group of vastaya at night:

- nails . sharp and talon like . he keeps them painted and espescially likes when xayah offers to paint them for him, and then lets him do hers in turn

- teeth . fanglike , with espescially sharp canines . he’ll bite into a freshly caught fish raw 

her  eyes  become  fixated  on  his  wounds  with  a  gasp.  “  the  hurt  cannot  just  be  physical  ..  but  i  am  certain  you  need  time  for  your  heart  to  heal.  oh,  dear  rakan  ..  ”  she  is  slow  to  drift  across  the  earthen  soil  to  find  a  place  at  his  side.  the  other  stars  are  nowhere  to  be  found,  but  she  has  little  hope  for  anything  but  to  save  her  former  friend.  the  only  thing  the  docile  star  guardian  would  want  now  is  to  offer  her  own  guidance.  “  please,  sit  still  ..  i  will  heal  you  up  ..  i  will  heal  you  so  that  you  can  be  whole  again.  perhaps  ..  perhaps  you  can  return  to  us.  we  miss  you  and  xayah  ..  ”  her  own  naivety  could  very  well  be  her  downfall.  if  the  time  would  so  bring  this  inevitable  doom,  she  would  embrace  it  as  the  martyr  she  is  meant  to  be.  a  martyr  guardian  to  her  beloved  friends  which  left  no  one  to  be  lost.  of  course,  she  could  never  forget  them.  of  course  she  wanted  to  help  be  their  guiding  key.  a  key  to  a  bright  future  shining  with  a  glittering  promise.  

❝    hey  ,  what’ve  you  eaten  today  ,  babe  ?     you  know  you  can’t  just  survive  on  pure  hatred  for  the  star  losers  ,  no  matter  how  hard  you  try  .    ❞    he  has  to  do  this  sometimes  ,  ever  since  their  spontaneous  descent  into  villainy  ,  coax  her  singleminded  determination  into  something  productive  or  else  she’ll  sit  around  and  seethe  all  day  .  seethe  and  plan  and  never  look  at  him  like  she  used  to  .    a  gentle  hand  is  lain  to  her  shoulder  in  a  bid  for  her  to  look  ,  look  and  truly  see  him  this  time  instead  of  past  him  or  through  him  or  over  her  shoulder  at  the  enemy  .  

❝  healing  .  that’s  kind  of  your  thing  ,  right    soraka  ?     wave  a  little  wand  ,  throw  down  a  little  glitter  ,  whatever  it  is  you  do  .  is  that  what  you’re  here  for  ,  to  heal  the  evil  out  of  me  .  real  cute  ....  ❞    even  as  he  simpers  ,  painted  black  talons  curl  around  the  breadth  of  his  arm  where  the  corruption  he’s  absorbed  from  xayah  eats  away  at  him  slowly  ,  boiling  under  the  skin  like  burning  ichor  .  ❝  but  uh  .  really  ,  is  that  a  thing  you  can  do  ?    ❞