@ferrumwulf asked : β i have walked through centuries and never found forgiveness. β β selene - GREEK MYTHOLOGY (ACCEPTING)
The compulsion to flee is physical - pinpricks beneath the skin, the distinct needle of a sightline like a pulse of cool electricity weaving into her spine, the hum of blood in her ears as the air thins - ancient music set to an ancient dance, the invisible thread between PREY AND PREDATOR connecting - now drawn tight enough to snap.
Tight enough to remain, for the moment - STILL AND OPEN. Close enough that in the moonlight he can see the gleam of her throat. Close enough that he might draw blood, if he wished to.
Her breath is shallow. She admits, looking back into the golden eyes fixed on her, "...I have never found it either."
Centuries ago, the temple CRUMBLED. She has seen it since - salt roughed stone and rotted paper and clean, yellowed bones - half sunken into the sea, as impermanent as anything made with human hands, even ones carrying the will of gods. Silent now, and not as she last remembered.
Centuries ago, the girl ran, and he must have chased. Every step further from where she had been kept, from where her fate was supposed to take her - but with every step she dreamed and realized more destruction, more death, more carnage.
Now - centuries later, she is still running. He is still chasing. Like two lost children, or like machinery left running too long with nothing but preliminary instructions.
"...You've caught me," She said, finally, a moment later. "...Did you think about what happens next?"