#cosmicacy

𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐰𝐲𝐧𝐞

Kaylee and Atom: The Ill-Starred Spirits

The Cursed and The Weapon; an unlikely but dangerous duo, for sure.

I feel like maybe they can't really see eye to eye because of how inherently different they may seem at the start, but they share a more intricate connection than the both expect. Tossed into a fate the two cannot control, they are forced to destroy, to act by an instinct that was either programmed or ignited.

On Kaylee's side I wanted to highlight that connection of hers to her werewolf state, the purity and gentleness between her blood-drenched destiny. How she is still a soft human being who loves others and have grown to loathe this side of hers she's been cursed with. Despite that I also wanted to show that not only is her werewolf state fierce but also herself as a person, she can defend herself and others in and out of that state whether it is with words or actions. I also wanted to show how she'd probably be able to teach Atom how to appreciate the simple things of life, like being able to lay down and think of nothing in particular, the triviality in life, to live in the moment rather than wait for the next task to come. And how she herself has an appreciation for the simple things in life.

On Atom's side, I wanted to highlight his basic identification as a weapon, but also the method of communication he is most comfortable with, sign language, and how he uses it to open up with people slowly but surely. With Kaylee, I feel like he'd want to use this method of communication the more he interacts with her and finds himself having an innate desire to protect her from both herself and the perils of life. And thought this may look shippy (guilty as charged cause I am a shipping fiend, though this can also be interpreted as platonic), his treatment towards her after every outbreak of hers would be much more gentle than how he usually is. Hands on the side of her face to make sure he can ground her, bring her back to her senses and all of that.

"A MOST CURIOUS TRINKET, akin to an Eikonoklastes, but of different origin. Were your hands the artist of such a delightful creation? And, if so, did you bless it with a name of its own?" Head downcast, protected eyes glance over at the doll carefully held by the veiled woman.

“the bond we have is a bond i will never have with another, i believe you are the only one who truly understands me.”

get him. get him, and it all shall be done. bring him down with you, and the war shall be done, and nobody else will have to die. rhaenys' mind screams at her as she flies into the trap, two against one, knowing what it means for her, for meleys...

but she does not have enough time. sunfyre's head in meleys' jaw, she glares into aegon's eyes, the shadow of vhagar looming above them. a second more, she keeps thinking, a second more... she is not given that. against orders, meleys releases the other dragon and manouvers out of the way. fast, but not fast enough, vhagar's fire raining down on them both.

" no! no, he is not done! " but it falls on deaf ears. loyalty and obedience do not always go hand in hand. not for the red queen, clearly. adrenaline keeps rhaenys from feeling the burns on her body, as the large dragon's clawed paw hits right above her saddle. she is shaken, almost enough to fall off meleys' back. cracked scales, dark blood, ringing in her ears. everything happening so slow, and yet so fast.

rhaenys feels like she barely blinked, but when her eyes open, rook's rest is nowhere within the horizon, and meleys continues to fly, despite her muscles straining, despite her ragged breath, despite exhaustion. rhaenys blinks again, and they are no longer in the air. the world around her spins as she slips off meleys' back, groaning with pain when her legs touch the ground. they shake, too, and she can barely stand, but she stumbles forward along meleys' neck, to see her head, her eyes, her face.

hands trailed over the scales of his beloved dragon, Arrax felt like an extension of himself; and many times he had seen the world through her eyes. the thought of ever losing her felt impossible, it's not something he would survive; he was sure of it.

“īlon should dakogon qrīdrughagon se ūndegon se vys.” [we should run away and see the world]