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The things we take with us || Jinn || - Adria - 11-05-2018 Adria I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall @[Jinn] RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Jinn - 11-08-2018 Jinn I had a dream that we were dead, and we pretended that we still lived When she had slipped beneath the rippling surface of the river and disappeared much the same way she had arrived, he had been unsurprised. It is the way of those who enter his life. No one truly wishes to be acquainted with a monster like he. He is not fearsome enough to inspire great emotion in anyone, nor is he plain enough to be treated as though he is nothing more than a normal stallion. His very birth had been cursed it seems. Even his father had believed it. Only his twin had ever seen him as something more, but she had long ago disappeared. And so he remains alone, forever the outcast. The monster living on the fringes of polite society, where everyone can pretend he doesn’t exist even as they gape in horror when they catch a glimpse. Still, a small foolish part of him continues to desire more. To wish that his life might be different. Better, somehow. And foolishly he had waited for her. A vain hope that her ears might once more peek above the current. But she hadn’t. Perhaps it was the way he had torn his own skin, or the sickly pall of death over his gaunt features, but somehow he had frightened her away. And though he had remained in that icy water until his skin had grown numb and his limbs stiff, she hadn’t returned. But what else had he had to do? Now he haunts the woods once more, his days bleeding together until time seems meaningless. It’s so very easy to lose track. Even that brief rumble and the voice of their gods had only marked the passing of a day. It seems nothing else had truly changed for him. He pays little attention to where his feet carry him. Bare limbs stretch above, reaching skeletal fingers through the chill winter gloom. The trees have begun to thin as he comes closer to the river, but he doesn’t seem to notice. It isn’t until the soft step of feet through snow reaches his ears that he realizes he is no longer alone. His gaze sharpens as he peers cautiously around a tree, a lifetime of experience teaching him discretion. He stills when his filmy eyes settle upon a slim figure. Her body had been hidden by the murky waters of the river, but that golden visage would be recognizable anywhere. He had not expected to see her again. And he does not expect she had come here for him. He wonders if it is too late for him to simply melt back into the trees, disappearing before she ever even knew he was there. Rejection is an old acquaintance of his, but still it cuts when they run from him. No matter how many times the story has repeated itself before him. Sorry for novel, apparently this made me musey haha RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Random Event - 11-09-2018 @[Jinn] is safe from the plague. For now. (rolled a 4) RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Adria - 11-11-2018 Adria I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall @[Jinn] RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Jinn - 11-14-2018 Jinn I had a dream that we were dead, and we pretended that we still lived He cannot help but notice the way her lovely dark locks stiffen against her skin, freezing in the chill of the winter air. She trembles against the icy cold as she peers through the trees, clearly seeking something. Or someone. Never has anyone purposely sought him out before, so he cannot guess that someone might be him. He is hardly worth seeking, after all. Her voice rings into the clear air, filled with question, with intent. It seems she had noted something of him here in the trees, though truth be told, he had not been hidden well at all. His face peeking from behind the tree would be enough for anyone to note, given the drab, hollow emptiness of the winter wood. There is little in the way of foliage these days to inhibit one’s view after all. He does not answer immediately, however, still uncertain how she would feel to discover it was him lurking and not another less gruesome bystander. But still he watches, unable to help himself. He frowns briefly at the way the cold had frozen her skin. No matter how he might look, cruelty nor dispassion have ever been in his nature. And her shivering shyness stirs the latent compassion within his soul. Though he does not step from the safety of his sheltered nook, he does send a tendrel of healing energy towards her, followed by a wash of light that wraps around her frozen skin, providing warmth and protection against the biting wind. Even he, for all his inexperience, can see she is uncomfortable on the icy dryness of land. But then her request registers, and he blinks, abruptly withdrawing behind the tree in surprise. He has never before encountered another with his distinct coloring, and it both alarms him and confuses him to know that she might be seeking him. Of everything she might have come here for, to find him had not even entered his list of possibilities. “Why do you wish to find him,” he finally asks, his voice echoing faintly into the air. The pause during his silent deliberation had been lengthy, and in his preoccupation, he hadn’t noticed that she had drawn closer. At least, until curiosity gets the better of him once more and he peeks his head around the tree, only to find her standing mere feet from his sheltering oak. RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Adria - 11-15-2018 Adria I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall @[Jinn] RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Jinn - 11-16-2018 Jinn I had a dream that we were dead, and we pretended that we still lived He blinks at her, murky eyes widening in surprise at her abrupt appearance so close to him. He steps backwards, head jerking sharply up, right into a low-hanging branch. He winces, ducking his head down once more before shaking it to remove the sting. His ribs expand with a deep inhalation, ribs protruding sharply against his dull flesh. When finally his jumbled thoughts have settled beneath the calming breath, he peers cautiously at her once more. She had been lovely in the water, but here, where he can see the entirety of her, she is stunningly beautiful. So far superior to the likes of him, even on the best of days. And today is certainly not one of his better. The light glimmers against her skin, accentuating the golden shimmer and graceful lines of her lithe form. In that moment he becomes painfully aware of the sickly press of his bones against his skin and the dull, patchy nature of his dusky pelt. They are night and day, the two of them. One so terrible of form and the other preternaturally lovely. He cannot help but stare at her, entranced much as he had been before, when he’d first spied her delicately curved ears rising from the rippling current of the river. Her question discomfits him however, and he drops his gaze, frowning into the forest floor. Did she truly wish him to say it? Surely she cannot misunderstand why he might wish to hide, could she? One had only to look at him to see that veneer of death, the beastly facade stretched tautly over his bones. Even his own father could not bear to look upon him. And he had been an angel. Fortunately she does not wait for an answer, sparing Jinn the discomfort of having to voice such an obvious thing. He might recognize the truth, but knowing a thing and uttering it aloud are two very separate things. Her plea for forgiveness however, draws his attention, bringing his gaze swinging back to meet hers. For a long moment, he simply stares at her blankly, as though unable to comprehend what she had just said. No one has ever sought to apologize for their reactions to him, and it astonishes him that she had come here to seek forgiveness. For a moment, he wonders if this is perhaps a cruel joke of some kind. But his seeking gaze can detect no malevolence in the soft loveliness of her delicate features. He opens his mouth then, as though to respond, but he closes it before a sound can escape. He takes a breath, brows furrowing as he tries to formulate an appropriate answer. “I…” he starts, before stuttering to a halt once more. He tries again. “Yes.” He clears his throat faintly, uncomfortably. “You are not the first,” he finishes finally, doing his misguided best to assuage her guilt. “I am used to it.” RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Adria - 11-23-2018 Adria I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Jinn - 11-26-2018 Jinn I had a dream that we were dead, and we pretended that we still lived It is a novel experience, to find himself the recipient of such unflinching kindness rather than casual cruelty. Indeed, most never even realized how painful it could be, to be shunned and dismissed so thoughtlessly. Monster enough that he draws notice, but not so terrible as to inspire true fear. As though he is nothing more than a thing to behold in disgust and recoil to avoid. As though there is not a man beneath the mask of death he wears. It is a rare creature that sees beyond that. At least in his world. Perhaps there is a plethora of these souls out there somewhere, but it seems he is not to have the fortune of meeting them. Indeed, it’s nearly impossible to believe such a thing actually exists. But she exists. For a moment, he can only stare when she exclaims at the cruelty of those who had come before her. Even when she reaches for him, he does no more than flinch faintly, almost reflexively. Her nose is soft against his skin, sending a shiver racing along nerve-endings. It has been so long since he has been touched, so long since anyone has braved the thought of reaching out to skim death. His mother had been the last, he thinks. She had loved him regardless, never once implying he might be less despite the pallor of his features. The touch seems to last an eternity and yet is all too brief. Fleeting and beautiful and forever etched in his memory as a moment of purity, without malice. But the subtle spell is broken when she continues. He realizes he hadn’t responded to her compassionate words, though now it hardly seems to matter. He wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. Kindness is as foreign to him as cruelty must be to her. “It’s Jinn,” he replies softly to the implied question, brows furrowing as he realizes he doesn’t know hers either. He opens his mouth to say just that when she continues, the question that tumbles from her lips stunning him into silence. His gaze leaps up to meet hers, his expression too open to hide the shock he feels. “Why?” he asks abruptly, unable to halt the confused question as it spills out. Because, for the life of him, he cannot fathom why she would want him to. Though it is something he has longed for since he was a boy, experience has taught him never to expect such invitations. RE: The things we take with us || Jinn || - Adria - 12-08-2018 Adria I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall @[Jinn] Figured a wrap-up was necessary with the change of seasons! Please please please let’s throw these two together soon |