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Sigismund Steinsson
The Wild
Fri Dec 25, 2009 00:51

The winter winds cut through Steinsson's thick skin, his hair prickling with the goose pimples that now dotted the landscape of his body. He pulled his cloak tight, but left his hand intertwined with Cora's, braving the freezing cold in the interest of feeling her radiant warmth, if but in a metaphysical sense alone. Alive and alert the two souls, much more mature than their years gave them credit for, lazily sauntered into the cool air of the wild itself. Beyond the soft cushy walls, and warmth of the manor, Sigismund felt himself grow more and more at ease.

His grasp on Cora's hand tightened, as they marched through the uneven terrain of the wooded outskirts of the forest. The dancing lights of the manor all but forgotten, they walked in silence. Sigismund stopped on occasion to admire nature--- a leaf, an odd shaped branched, a print in the snow--- the small treasures of the Earth. They came to a rest finally, next to a large overturned log--- and searching for words other than childish inquiries about her and Kaspar, Sigismund opted for something he had only recently acquired a penchant for--- small talk.

"So, Cora... Are you excited for the Parent's Evening? I figure... Kaspar and I won't really have much to look forward to. Wasn't sure if your parents were coming or not?" he smiled awkwardly, then frowned, reconsidering "Not that, I don't know... maybe your parents are like ours, less-than-desirable company? Not that I'd speak ill of your parents! Um..." Sigismund drew silent, the younger girl clutched his hand comfortingly, her eyes never yielding from their trajectory, locked on his own. He felt something in her, a raw power beyond that which an innocent girl should possess, something dark and dangerous creeping and lurking.

Stirring in himself, beyond the mild elation of being alone with her--- or even his increased heartbeat, was that wild beast that lived in him. The dangerous bits of both Sigismund and Cora seemed to tangle with one another in the cold beside them, though Sigismund swore he was merely imagining such things--- he after all, was barely capable of the most rudimentary spell casting, surely he couldn't have such powers of perception? It seemed that however violent the nature of the impending darkness was, Sigismund still could not for the life of him peel his hand away from her hand and the lightness it cast over his heart.

"What is your secret Cora Corrington?" he found the words slipping from his tongue, emboldened by some sort of unseen conviction. It seemed almost as if, she was forcefully willing the words from him--- as if some murky divinity in her eyes was drawing forth his most brazen thoughts. "What is it that makes me think of you... When I am so willing to write off the rest? What is it that makes me believe there is a reason for me to stay at this school? I am not a wizard, I don't know who I'm kidding... You've seen me in class, I'm rubbish... I'm not rich or powerful like the rest of the Balgrens... I couldn't even get myself on a broomstick much less excel at Quidditch... So why is it--- that when I think about leaving, I stay? And why is it... that the reason I stay, when I really deeply think about it... goes even beyond just casual friends like Troy, or even close friends like Kaspar... Why does it always, Cora Corrington seem to come back to you?"

He let the question hang in the air, a weight off his chest, but another now tugging on his heart, as he awaited her reply.

  • Only For MeCora, Wed Dec 23 02:04
    Cora's eyes watched his carefully as he tried to talk himself either in or out of something, she wasn't quite sure. He looked troubled none the less and her sensual nature called her to reach out and ... more
    • The Wild — Sigismund Steinsson, Fri Dec 25 00:51
      • It Lives In Me, It Lives In YouCora Corrington, Fri Dec 25 16:54
        There was something both beautiful and dangerous about the world in winter. How the harsh bite of the frost could invigorate the senses and yet the slightest misplaced foot could send you down into... more
        • The Siren Song of NatureSigismund Steinsson, Sun Dec 27 01:49
          Her hand clutching his, Sigismund couldn't help but flood his senses with every intoxicating aspect of her natural aura. She gave him her explanation of her 'parent's evening situation', and before... more
          • The Realm of the BeastsCora Corrington, Sun Dec 27 11:45
            Cora flitted through the currents around him as he changed form, circling around his changing body but always staying closer. Her hair floated like tendrils in the water as he settled in the form of... more
            • The Growing ColdSigismund Steinsson, Sun Dec 27 22:10
              Sigismund climbed from the water, shaking his fur dry in a houndlike manner. Now fully transformed, his spine was arched and twisted--- and he walked strangely on two legs, his arms--- now twisted... more
              • War Makes Children Of Us AllCora Corrington, Mon Dec 28 03:11
                The forest was a haven for the beast. Here she could see him more attuned with the earth he was so closely connected to. The beast in the woods was different to the animal in the water. In the depths ... more
                • The Ambiguity of RighteousnessSigismund Steinsson, Thu Jan 7 11:04
                  Sigismund pondered her question, wondering which side the ill perceived would best be served by. The righteous guild lacked the worldview to accept liberally the notion of humanity extending beyond a ... more
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