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love is a promise made of smoke - lynx - Levi - 09-23-2018 Levi is so inexperienced in happiness that the state of it is intoxicating. His spring days pass in an Eden-like haze, and the nights are even sweeter. He drowns himself in her on Tephra's shores. Willing crushed below her wave, he lets everything else go. And for the first time in his life, he lets himself simply be. And then, she vanishes. A week (or two?) that was how his paradise could sustain itself before imploding. A blissful string of days that he should have known wouldn't last. With a darkened brow the heavy stallion roves the damp forest. Just like the last time those closest to him had vanished, he searches tirelessly. The storm of his mind does not let him rest, not that he had tried too hard, and his legs seem to move on their own accord. Nearly black from the rain the stallion would be hard to spot, despite his size, if it weren't for the flames lashing against his crest. His tail too is wrapped in flame, the long tendrils of orange and yellow heat trailing behind him as he walks. He is a beacon in the woods, a turbulent mass of anger and disappointment. The persistent plop, plop of raindrops along his back do nothing to lighten his mood, even if they are the only thing preventing The Forest from burning. Steam rolls of the heat of his body in humid waves as he wanders, aimless now that he has lost Rapture's trail. But there is no sign of her, no sign of anyone. Just wet earth, and rotting bark. Fuck spring, fuck rain. He should have known he couldn't find her. Levi so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. @[lynx] RE: love is a promise made of smoke - lynx - lynx - 09-23-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires lynx RE: love is a promise made of smoke - lynx - Levi - 10-16-2018 fuck mind readers He adds mentally as his sister approaches, still cool and collected, but far more beautiful than he remembered. His own features remain a muted version of his inner storm, almost placid. But of course that is not enough to fool her - never had been. The tall stallion shrugs at her quip, he never could match her and he didn't expect anything had changed. And anyway, he is ready to step away from the topic of his current problem before she has a chance to extract something he would rather keep private. But already his mood is lightening. "You're not who I was looking for, but I'll take it." Levi steps forward, the flames along his crest and tail trailing behind him as he does, coming to halt where he can see this adult version of his twin plainly. His mismatched eyes of fire and ink float across her frame briefly, lingering just long enough to see that she is well before returning to meet her cool gaze. It's good to see you again, brother He nods, she will know he feels the same way if she is still reaching her all-too-curious fingers into his mind. He had never been one for unnecessary words. His thoughts were untamed; he had fallen out of practice when it came to managing his mental life for others. He had no reason to curate his thoughts, the way he did his outward image, after she left. So he doesn't try, not yet, allowing his mind to take whichever path it pleased. Where have you been, what brought you back, do you know that father is gone? But finally the mass of the boil down to one line "Are you coming home?" Levi so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. @[lynx] RE: love is a promise made of smoke - lynx - lynx - 10-21-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires lynx @[Levi] RE: love is a promise made of smoke - lynx - Levi - 10-28-2018 There had always been a reluctant comfort in the way she flipped through his thoughts with such ease. Despite the years of separation, he is at hoe in her presence. She was the only one he never had to work to express himself to, he didn't have to string together words and decide which emotions to show and which to hide - she just knew. He had been her first test subject, after all, even in the womb he had felt her presence in his mind. Her next words should sting, but he had already known this for years. When she had left it had simmered, for weeks and months. There had been a vacancy in his mind when she had withdrawn, and he had no way of expressing what it meant to lose her. But that was a long, long time ago. The last decade had molded him into a different creature. When her powerful gaze finally rises again to meet his own he holds it steadily, but it is not easy. She is all you pretend to be, he realizes. Her wall was genuine and his was a weak facade which hides his perpetual anger. They left him one by one, and each time had been more bitter than the last. But despite the inconsistency of the world around him, there had always been one constant. Yes. He answers without words, feeling the truth of it in the way his heart pulls towards the volcano as he pictures it now. Tephra would always be home. Then he thinks of the way Tephra is floating and aimless now, the way he has carved out a small space of it for himself to avoid the others. He thinks of the power vacuum and pushes the thought towards her with doubtful hope. It was always meant to be yours, too. Maybe she will mock him for the sentiment, but he had to say it. At least once. Levi so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. |