w/ @sangedasun ( your blog isn’t even up yet wt f) liked this for a starter
It’s not much one can miss when the land is ONE COLOR. The red and orange hues that fall over the desert are almost too familiar for comfort. And its a sort of hum that he hears that gathered his attention. QUEENS isn’t supposed to he scouting ( he isn’t allowed to often — not after he became king ). But he’d managed to sneak out now and was actively doing his best to AVOID ruining the rest of his people. He missed the long desert treks, and with no one bothering them for a while now it wasn’t like his expertise were needed back home. Which maybe is why he was letting himself believe that the heat was getting to him. Maybe ( THIS WAY ) he can finally get over the issue that’s been weight on his mind. But then the ( hallucination ) seems startled, as if it hasn’t expected to SEE HIM. And the king feels rather at odds, a hallucination shouldn’t have THOSE reactions at all. “ Keepsie ?”came the question, a strange one, Horse and broken like one would imagine the northern winds to be WIth how they crack all over the worlds and still not be a bother to those around them. “ I…” why of all things the world had chosen this to be it’s anchor he would never understand. Why show him this. Why show him HER. If it wasn’t even going to allow him to speak with her, “ Keepsie…”
The sand shifted dutifully under her weight. She could remember the last time he smiled at her, everything about it. Where they were, who was glaring at them. Keepsie could remember the last time her love held her and it helped. She traveled this way for the last couple months since her death. It was far enough away from their capitol, far enough away from him. She didn’t want to drag him into the web of lies and murder she had been thrust into,to keep him as safe as she possibly could. Now he’s standing in the land a couple yards in front of her, and seh doesn’t know what to think. Her ears aren’t used to hearing his voice, she dreams of it nightly but now hearing her name drift off his broken and horse voice breaks her heart just a little bit more.
“Queens.” It drifts from her lips calmly followed by the small breath she had entrapped in her lungs after meeting his eyes. “Oh, Queens.”