Sortir's Rainbow (Peregrine x WhisperingWillow)

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  1. The first thing the Beloved knew was cold. It was not the brisk kind of cold that seems to play tag along the spine, nor was it a deep cold that worms its way into the center of bones and slowly saps the heat from everything around it. This was a true, perfectly frigid cold. It was the kind of cold that steals fire directly from the heart, and forces the soul to curl in on itself in some futile attempt at self-protection. The twelve new lives that lay uncertainly on the surface of a grey planet unconsciously drew closer together. Without thought, they began to seek some way to shelter themselves from the cold that wanted to steal their fledgeling lives before they had a chance to do more than try and draw anything from the nothingness that surrounded them into burning chests, and listen to the flurry of desperate heartbeats that rang in their ears, still struggling to beat even though they were in a place that had no capability to support their nascent existence. Soon enough these vibrant souls would crumble, and all that would be left behind were the bright gems that had been brought down to the surface of this lifeless world only moments before.

    Those six who watched them from above, beings of indistinct form and color as vivid as the hair of those who lay on the surface of the grey world, did nothing to end this risk. This was not due to cruelty on their part, nor any desire to watch these new children of theirs die, but was rather due to simple ignorance of the fact that anything was wrong. They existed just fine in this place, dancing and twirling under the light of the iridescent rainbow that gleamed in the heavens above the world, and did not yet understand the differences between themselves and the beings they had just created. Instead, they watched the wriggling movements of their new children with curiosity and affection, too afraid to actually reach down and touch them, lest they end up injuring the small things.

    Instead they watched with doting smiles as a large boy with reddish orange hair protectively curled himself around two smaller girls, folding them into his broad chest. The tremors that passed through his body increased slightly, while the two girls’ shaking lessened somewhat. These actions were watched with fascination, and the gods quietly murmured among themselves. Was this some form of communication?

    But as the desperate need of these little beloved creatures grew greater, the pleasure and contentment of the gods observing them began to change into concern. With every second that passed, the shaking of the twelve grew worse and worse. Two boys with greenish hair pressed themselves closer together. One reddish haired girl drew two other girls closer, pressing them in on both sides. The others curled in on themselves so small it seemed as though they hoped to simply disappear.

    With every passing moment, the gods grew more and more concerned, and less and less certain about what they should do. They were beginning to understand that there was something wrong, but without knowing what was wrong there was no way for them to know how to go about fixing it. They knew these little things they had created were suffering, but what way was there to do that except snatch their lives in one brisk moment, rather than letting it be painfully dragged out before they finally withered away? They drew a little bit closer, wondering if their presence could somehow shelter their little beloved from whatever tormented them. But their presence seemed to bring no benefit. Yet neither could any of them bring themselves to abruptly end the lives of the things they had created.

    Ahdar, the Green One, was the one who finally steeled himself to the task. He did not long to destroy the Beloved any more than any of the other gods, but he knew what had to be done. They could not allow their beautiful creations to suffer unnecessarily.

    It was at that point that Ksagi, the formless yellow mist that was the only one of the gods who had not drawn closer to the planet at the sight of the Beloved’s suffering, turned away in full and began to return to the rainbow. This unexpected action froze Ahdar’s hand, as shock and indignation consumed him. It was one thing to not want to witness the Beloved destroyed, but to turn away from them so casually when their suffering was so great? None of the gods could understand it, and Ahdar was not the only one who moved out, as though intending to grab the deity and drag them back to witness the end. Ksagi had been a part of this just as much as the rest of them. Two of the gems had been in the Yellow One’s hands, same as everyone else. The rest of the deities would not allow Ksagi to leave so callously.

    It was only Mavi, the Blue One, who seemed to sense something else in Ksagi’s actions. The only one of the deities to remain completely calm, at least in appearances, at the sight of the Beloved’s suffering, to Mavi there seemed to be a sort of intense purpose to Ksagi’s motion. And so, instead of attempting to stall the furious motions of their brothers and sisters, Mavi instead turned away as well, racing through the size and emptiness of space to chase after the Formless One.

    Ksagi was moving so fast it was impossible for Mavi to catch up, at least not until the yellow deity came to a halt at the edge of the rainbow. It was only then that the rest of the deities saw Ksagi pluck more gems from the rainbow, quickly snagging gems of every shade and color, from all across the spectrum of the rainbow. Within moments, Ksagi had become so laden with gems that the deity seemed to sag under their weight. None of them were larger than the gems that had been carried down to form the beloved, which was remarkably tiny compared to the size of most of the gems in the rainbow, they were simply so numerous that a couple of them even tumbled out of Ksagi’s overburdened grasp. Mavi rapidly moved forward, intercepting them before they could return to the rainbow. Ksagi shivered in relief at the actions of the Natural One, before allowing more of the gems to tumble from their grasp as the other deities raced up. They did not know what Ksagi was doing, they could only pray that the Formless One had some plan to save the lives of the Beloved.

    On the surface of their new home, the Beloved’s shaking had begun to weaken, their bodies losing the will to fight. The Deities returned, and forcibly calmed the fear in their hearts. Right now they had to act, and fear would only get in the way.

    Silently following Ksagi’s lead, the Deities formed into a circle around the Beloved, and the gems in their hands fanned out, creating a dome. Their consciousness slowly unfocused, as each deity turned their effort to channeling their essences through the innumerable gem dome.

    When they began to focus on the Beloved once more, the scene before them had completely changed.

    The dome of gems was completely gone. In its place was a space that seemed to practically hum with life. The forms of the beloved had been cradled in rich, green grass, which sprung from the surface of the grey planet. At the tip of each blade of grass, smaller than a teardrop, a crystalline gem hung. The blades of grass and the gossamer strands of the beloved’s hair faintly stirred, as a gust of air casually played with both. The deities could feel the warmth of life that seemed to suffuse the space. Finally, they had made a place where their Beloved would be able to rest, and recover. It was not a large space, as even the smallest of the beloved would be able to cross it in ten quick strides, but it was safe, and it was alive. That was what mattered right now.

    Comforted by the sense of relief that had built up inside of them, and wearied by their effort, the deities settled back to wait, and watch their beloved recover.

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    The first of the Beloved to properly awaken was a small girl with rich yellow hair. A stray breeze had been slowly pushing a blade of grass back and forth, and it bumped a couple of times against the tip of her nose, causing her to abruptly sneeze. Her eyes shot open in surprise at the action, and for a moment she simply lay there, taking in the brilliant light and color around her. Finally, after several moments, she stretched curiously, only to find herself held in place by another arm. Her round eyes, just as brilliantly yellow as her hair, went wide with surprise and trace indignation, and she wiggled a little more intensely, trying to escape not only the large arm, but also the body of another, orange haired girl who also seemed trapped by the boy, and was certainly also trapping her. However, the more she squirmed the tighter the arm wrapped around her,making it impossible to writhe her way out. Ready to be released and already quickly forgetting the fear of the cold she barely remembered, the yellow-haired girl didn’t see the protectiveness that was contained in the boy’s efforts, and only saw it as further entrapment.

    Finally getting fed up with the whole situation, she kicked violently, and the boy holding her released her immediately, letting out a surprised “oof” in the process. He rolled away from the abuse, which only served to send him crashing into two green-haired boys that had been positioned behind him. One yelped in fear, quickly releasing his former source of warmth to scramble back, while the other quickly sat up and shoved back. Unbalanced and not used to moving, the orange haired boy wobbled, before landing butt-first back on the ground with a heavy thump. For a moment he sat there, stunned, before an unexpected laugh slipped from between his lips. He lay back down on the ground, spreading his arms out wide, and a wide grin spread across his face. He felt safe. He didn’t know why, or how, but whatever danger had chilled his heart before, it was gone now. Instead he smiled up at the sky, and the six, swirling colors that circled overhead.

    They were safe.
     
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  2. As the warmth returned to the beloveds, a girl with light blue hair stirred gently. She sat up feeling the world around her tenderly. The deep green grass felt soft and comfortable against her bare skin as she pulled up a few blades with her fists. The girl squinted at the swirling colors above her head and finally noticed the rest of them.

    Each person that lay sprawled across the new grass, made Beatrice smile. She could hardly remember how she got to this world, but she knew she and the others belonged here. As Bee lifted herself off the ground and stretched she saw two others already awake and she carefully picked her way to them. As she neared them she tilted her head slightly to the left and a sound came out of her mouth, surprising her.
    "Hello." was all she managed to speak and she made a small wave of her hand to the others. A name popped into her head before she tried to speak again, not used to hearing the sound of her voice.
    "My…my name..is Beatrice." She nodded in confirmation and pointed at the two others who were awake.
    "Do..do you know what I should call you?" She asked carefully, somehow liking the way her mouth moved to form words and sounds.

    Before they could properly answer a bright green haired boy jolted awake and yelled out. Beatrice snapped her head in his direction and laughed. That is when she noticed all the various colored gems sprouting from the flora. Her eyes widened and she felt as though, she was connected to these gems. As she beckoned the green haired male to her and the others, she turned back to them and waited to see if they would talk to her.
     
  3. All across the small bubble of living space, the Beloved were stirring, beginning to properly awaken under the watchful eyes of the gods who had brought them life. The quick set of movements that had heralded the awakening of the young people was still the most aggressive actions that had taken place. Now that those moments had passed, things seemed to settle down.

    Released from the confining grip of the large young man, the yellow haired girl delicately used one hand to straighten out her rumpled hair, until it once more lay flat and smooth along her skull. Satisfied with her work, Shayri’s eyes drifted around, passing briefly over the aqua haired young woman who was approaching, to land on the soft, still sleeping face of an orange haired girl who had been comfortably enfolded next to her. Curiously, Shayri’s eyes lingered for several moments, before her hand finally stretched out, lightly dusting fingertips across the side of the girl’s nose and the line of her cheekbone. Satisfied, she flopped back in the grass, smiling up at the sky where the lights of a glorious rainbow gleamed.

    The yellow haired Shayri wasn’t the only one to notice the blue haired girl’s approach. Still sprawled in the grass, in almost the exact same position as Shayri, Aidean suddenly saw another face upside down in his vision, at least that part that wasn’t blocked by a fringe of carnelian hair. He rolled over, a lopsided smile crossing his face as he lifted himself back into a sitting position. Following his movement, Shayri sat up as well, and a short ways away a boy with light green hair slowly drew himself to his feet. Cideth offered a hesitant smile to the boy with rich green hair who was on the ground in front of him, his eyes filled with gratefulness for the “rescue” from Aidean, however incidental or reflexive it might have been. Politely, he stuck out a hand, offering aid in return to pull the other boy up to his feet.

    On the other side of the little patch of life, while the first group of people were gathering together, another pair of Beloved were waking up. Rich violet eyes behind long lashes slowly blinked open, to find the face of another girl right in front of her eyes, covered with a tangled mass of raspberry hair across her face. Mirikai blinked a few times in confusion, before a strand of bright green grass dipped in between the two. Somehow feeling relieved that the entire world wasn’t comprised of that vivid shade of red-violet, Mirikai rolled away from the girl, staring out at the world around her. She took a deep breath, steeling her resolve to lift herself away from the ground, before pushing herself upwards.

    Once she was firmly settled in a vertical position, Miri looked around again. Just on the other side of the raspberry girl, another girl was lifting herself to a sitting position. Her hair was the shade of lavender, and her large, gentle eyes seemed soft and beautiful. However, the moment their eyes met across the figure of the sleeping girl in between them, and a hopeful smile began to spread its way across Miri’s face, that gaze went from soft to distant in the blink of an eye.

    Natalia did not return the smile of the girl who sat across from her. Instead, she quickly pushed herself away from the two bodies, forcing her way to her feet on unsteady legs. The first of the Beloved to do so, Natalia’s gaze did not look at the wonders of life that surrounded her, but rather focused on the gray wasteland that surrounded them. The memory of the deadly cold, the lack of everything, that had surrounded her suddenly resurfaced, and she unconsciously drew her arms in to wrap around her chest once more. She took a few hesitant steps, making her way over to the gossamer sheen that seemed to separate the Beloved from that world of death like a curtain. Tightness constricted her chest. She was safe now, but what would happen if this diaphanous bubble failed? Would that frozen world return to try and smother her life once again?

    Mirikai was unable to sense the worry in the stiff back that was walking away from her. All she felt was rejection. The girl who had sat between them was not moving yet, so Mirikai could only push away from her, getting to her feet as well. She was reluctant to remain by herself in this strange, new world, however beautiful it might be, and was just starting to consider following after the girl who had walked away when she caught sight of a group of other people standing and sitting right in the center of their little bubble of safety. Miri let out a short, relieved sigh, grateful she wouldn’t have to chase after a girl who very obviously was not interested in her company, and began to make her way over to the other group.

    At first their words were vague and indistinct, muted by distance, but as she got closer she distinctly caught the bright sound of the aqua-haired girl’s laughter. A smile spread across Miri’s face, and she moved her way a little bit closer, just in time to catch the words of a bloody orange haired boy.

    “Adena,” he replied, before wrinkling his brow in confusion. His eyes quickly glanced down, taking in the sight of his chest and legs below him, before his eyes flicked back to Bee. “Aidean.” That name seemed to fit better with him, and he nodded his head once, abruptly. “Yes. That will do.”

    Names. They were sharing names. Somehow, even unknowing of what exactly a name was supposed to be, Mirikai understood that. As she took a couple steps forward she waited eagerly for the others to speak. But the two green haired boys remained silent, and the one other girl Mirikai could see seemed much more interested in something in the grass than she did in speaking. Did that mean it was her turn?

    She only waited through a few more moments of silence before plunging forward.

    “Cid…”

    “Mirikai. I’m Mirikai.”

    Mirikai’s hand flew up to cover her mouth as she realized in a flood of embarrassment that she had just cut off the light green haired man who had been about to share his name. Her head drooped in shame, and she sat down heavily in the grass. “Sorry.”
     
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