Airship Pirates

Inspired by this.

The captain stands proudly at the prow of her ship. The curved hull cuts through the sea of clouds, riding just above the wet cold mass of water droplets. The steady thrumming of the giant propellers drive them forward. The ropes holding the giant helium balloon creak as they are dragged through the air. The sky in front of her burns bright red with sunset. The land below will continue to be drenched in light even as the sun passes out of her view but that's perfectly alright with her. She's waiting for darkness anyways.

Her jacket is snug around her torso; the bronze buttons gleam in the fading light. The reflection on her goggles hide her golden eyes from her crew's glances and protects them from the cutting winds that whip her long blue-black hair around. Ruby red lips contrast with her richly dark skin but matches the scarf that is tightly wound around her neck. The leather of her gloves flexes as she adjusts her grip on the handle of the sword hanging at her waist. It's thin sheathed blade taps patiently against canvas-clad legs, shaped from her habit of climbing up the nets that hang from the lift above. Her tall dark leather boots hug her calves, held in place by bronze buckles. She exudes a sense of confidence and wears a mantle of authority that fits her position of captain of the airship.

Radioactive

Written to this.

The air is that soft perfect temperature that just glides over my skin without actually touching me. My arms and legs swirl through it, kicking up ashes and dust with my pirouettes and twirls. My bare feet pad along the barren ground. The tiny motes kiss my face and cling to my hair as my body sways and arches to the song only I can hear. Dip, bend, spin, step, leap. My laugh peals hollowly across the empty space. There is no laugh in return because there is nothing for the sound to bounce off of. There is nothing here but emptiness and myself.

So I dance.

I dance to fill the silent lonely emptiness. My smile is fixed to my face in remembrance of old times. The violin plays just for me in my mind. The drum of my heart gives me a beat to step to. The bright sun scorches my naked flesh as I cross the land beneath it. The heavens are clear now that the dust has settled, now that everything is quiet. The rolling thunder has faded and only the crystal clear blue expanse of heaven that stretches out to meet the curving horizon in all directions is left. I complete the circle, watching the faint curve of the earth meet itself in a perfectly flat disc around me. The dust and ash of a past world stick to the trails of wetness down my cheeks. The world looks brighter through the lens of tears in my eyes. I dance and laugh and cry silently for the world that has passed and gone by, destroyed by its people.

They Fought as Legends

          They fought as legends. Their blades flickered in constant movement around themselves, flashes of bright light against the encroaching darkness. They cut down soldier after enemy soldier but still the flood of darkness came. They fought back to back with a circle of death around them. But the enemy did not fear them. They simply moved their dead out of the way to make room for fresh combatants in a bid to wear the two warriors down until they finally made a fatal mistake.