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we might never land - Mesec - 08-09-2020
Summer nights were Mesec’s favourite - a wide expanse of stars and no biting chill to the air making it less uncomfortable to get out and explore. If he were self-aware at all, he would consider whether or not he ventured out at night purely for the aesthetics of it all - but he doesn’t. There has never been much vanity in him.
All he knows is that, even in a strange land, there’s a piece of him that feels at home at night. It’s a feeling he used to battle, but now he accepts the comfort of it - the familiarity. Nights in the Rift were full of horrors, but here in Beqanna he had found nothing to discourage him from enjoying them wherever he wished. Fireflies blink in and out of existence among the long grasses of the meadow while Mesec lands from his flight - his great wings outstretched and revealing the glowing silver feathers on the inside as he gracefully lands. Then they fold, concealing most of the glow much like the clouds that cut dark shapes against the bright stars and near-new moon that is just a sliver in the sky. Once on the ground, he inhales deeply - as though he could breathe in the peace of the moment. Silver eyes close and he stands quietly, listening to the nothing-and-everything sounds of the night. Mesec for @[alaska] RE: we might never land - alaska - 08-09-2020 If am lost, I am lost on purpose. She loves the night. It is so quiet that she can almost hear the sound of her own heartbeat, can almost hear the way that it thrums against her veins as she takes to the sky. The world speeds by beneath her, and she flaps her wings, long and feathered. They are golden tonight, dripping metallic, and she loves the way they look with the silvery light of the moon washing down, turning them nearly milky at the base. Alaska RE: we might never land - Mesec - 10-10-2020
Mesec keeps his eyes closed at first, though his ears twitch with the sound of someone landing nearby. He is not a presumptuous stallion, does not assume that anyone might find him interesting enough as he stands quietly in the night.
Only when the hooffalls come closer do those silver eyes open and he turns his head - a smile already forming on his silver-lined face at the prospect of company. From the shine of her golden eyes to the beautiful metallic-dripped wings, she’s daylight and summer and for a heartbeat too long Mesec is dazzled into silence. It’s an honest reaction that he is slow to shake off. “I’m…” He hears the ridiculousness of his own voice as though he is speaking in slow-motion and it snaps him out of his daze - a slightly brighter but more embarrassed smile taking over from the soft moonlight one of moments ago. “I’m Mesec. Sorry I was…” And here he tilts his head a little and laughs in a soft chuckle at himself. “Can you still call it daydreaming if it’s night outside?” He sheds his embarrassment quickly enough, shoving it aside as he gestures with his head up to the heavens. “It’s so easy to get lost in the stars.” Mesec @[alaska] RE: we might never land - alaska - 11-22-2020 If am lost, I am lost on purpose. She watches with a genuine, unabashed amusement, preening slightly beneath the attention as he looks toward her. Alaska has never been one to shy away from praise and she glows beneath his attention, finding herself hunting out his silvery gaze so that she can see herself mirrored back, knowing that he is snared. “Mesec,” she echoes back at him, letting herself enjoy the syllables and the alienness of it. Alaska @[Mesec] RE: we might never land - Mesec - 11-28-2020
Mesec appreciates that though she laughs along with him, it does not feel as though she was laughing at him, which he assumes would be rather easy to do.
And then he watches, absolutely fascinated, as her wings shrink before his eyes and then disappear entirely. He’s staring again, he knows this, but it’s difficult not to feel a gravitational pull towards her. Mesec has seen a lot in his life but he has never seen someone who could choose to have wings or not. Unbidden, memories of his father and his half-siblings come to him - of the sister that once wanted to tear his wings from his shoulders so he would look like the rest of them. So his heritage wasn't a blight on the rest of the family. Now, Mesec would not erase his wings but as a colt? To please those that he desperately wanted accepted from? How much would that have changed? He returns to the present - a much nicer place to be - and smiles instead as he imagines Alaska swimming amongst the stars. Mesec’s silver-touched head tilts up with hers to look at the stars as he answers her question. “I feel more comfortable at night. Beqanna is still new to me, I’m still trying to figure out… well, I guess figure out if I can fit in.” He wonders if this sounds strange. If others can just show up in a different land and start a new life. Do they carry the weight of everything they have seen or done as he does? “And underneath the night sky, it feels like I might. Even if these stars are different than the ones I’m used to.” He does not say this with any bitterness, though - he doesn’t mind these new stars by any means and he’s not opposed to new experiences by any means. As though to make up for his previous staring, he keeps his eyes focused upwards as he asks “Were you born here, Alaska?" Mesec @[alaska] RE: we might never land - alaska - 12-02-2020 If am lost, I am lost on purpose. Alaska cannot remember the last time that she allowed herself the company of those like her. Alaska @[Mesec] RE: we might never land - Mesec - 12-03-2020
When her gaze snaps to him and she remarks on how fitting is overrated, a very soft chuckle escapes Mesec and he looks back at her with fondness - appreciating that blunt remark to his core. “You know, I’ve struggled with not being able to fit in for my whole life. No one I’ve ever met has told me it’s okay if I don’t. They just give me optiosn for what to try next.” And now, that is how his mind works - it’s what kept him here in beqanna, at first. It did not occur to him before now that this coupld be a place where he discovered who he was - and damn what that meant to anyone else. “It is... beyond refreshing to hear something to the contrary. Thank you.”
Mesec wonders what it might have changed, to hear that as a young colt, or even in his adolescence as he drifted from one family, one home to another. Not once feeling like he actually belonged. There had always been that sense that he was an imposter, an outsider just temporary staying. What would it have been like to just tell that family that hated his wings that he did not care what they thought? It felt ridiculous now, with grey hairs flecking his face beside silver, not to have another option - embracing how unique he was - open to him. His expression softens to hear her story, though she does not appear to feel any bitterness about being alone (something else Mesec has never quite gotten a handle on). “You’re not on your own right now, though.” He says, and it’s a small thing to offer, but he smiles while he looks up at the night sky above them. “And if I don't turn you off of having company, I would consider myself lucky to swim in the stars with you as we explore a new land. I’d like to see what else Beqanna has. I’ve only seen such a small part of it so far.” He doesn't say this, recognizes how selfish it might sound - but he wonders if it'd be good for him to spend more time with someone like Alaska - who just so casually showed him most of his negative thoughts throughout his life had no right to so much of his time. Mesec @[alaska] |