Amethyst | Ezra

[Ezra Toirdheal]

She is a pretty little thing, which is ironic he thinks. Very beautiful, very feminine. He imagines that she is, was a lovely woman of some standing. That the soul trapped within the piece of amethyst was once a woman of such beauty she was known through out the world for it.

Like the fabled Helen of Troy.

Above all else, she was a warm presence in his mind. Though she reeks of magic, being born of both that and darkness, she was not unwelcomed. In fact, she was a welcomed addition to his house hold. If anything, he thought his place could use a lady's touch.

There is never any doubt in his mind that it IS a she. The affection that wafts over him, that fills his mind when he focuses on her, assures him he is correct.

It is also the pure unadulterated love that flows over him that is the most charming thing about her. Amethyst does not question it, does not waver, but loves him purely because of who he is to her.

So as he paints the sunrise that brushes over the city landscape and she brushes against his shoulder and towards his ear, he can imagine the sweet nothings she whispers to him.

Though she is nothing more than warmth and love.

 

[Ezra Toirdheal]

Just a tiny little thing. A beloved gem, gently floating against him while he slept. Even if she wasn't truly beloved, she felt like she was and would all ways think that she was.

She nudged herself against him, finding a nook against his neck to rest in while he took a moment's respite.

It was comfortable here. She liked him, he found her amusing. Though sometimes ... Sometimes he was not very nice to her. Saying things that were not nice at all.

But that was when he was having a bad day and it seemed like that was a lot lately. Something about someone showing up and throwing his plans out of order.

She had tried to sooth him, but it never worked. He just got angrier when she tried to calm him down.

His soul cried for peace.

She wanted to give him that.

But she was a tiny little thing. All most insignificant as far as the world was concerned.

That would change soon, or so she thought. She hoped it would. Tendrils wrapped themselves around his neck. For a moment it looked as if he was wearing her as a necklace.

As he started to wake from his brief slumber, she slipped away, back to where she had been originally before he had dozed off.

He smiled at her - that smile that would make a woman's stomach flutter. As if she was the most important thing in the world.

"I've a new plan."

This was good! He had a new plan, which meant he wouldn't be as unhappy.

His finger brushed up against her, as if tickling, as she wiggled out of the way, as if ticklish.

With a laugh, the man pushed himself out of the chair and went to his work. She was quick to stay close to him. Following him as he consulted tomes.

Ezra had found something.

She couldn't have been happier.

 

[Ezra Toirdheal]

She twists and turns about his hand as he pulls everything into himself. It looks like she is dancing, moving, shaking as he calls forth all that is inside and outside to make her move about.

He just wants to create a beautiful melody for her to dance to - but perhaps there is something more? With a smile he catches her in his hand, fingers closing around her tight. She had started to vibrate too fast, to dance too much.

That just would not do. Now was not the time and he was not ready to present his beautiful lady as a graceful dancer yet.

 

[Ezra Toirdheal]

Shadows wrapped around his wrist as he worked on his latest piece. Through their dancing she had learned such lovely ways to contort and turn shadows and herself into a lovely piece of jewelry. A centerpiece, he thought as he raised his arm up and beheld his graceful dancer.

And just like that, she shifted away. Shying away as if bashful of her potential. He smiled and wiggled a finger, beckoning closer.

Come look, he thought, at my latest work.

With what would have been a pirouette had she true form, she spun around on the tip of his finger as he brought her closer to admire his work.

Though she did not realize that it was her he was admiring.