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that's my cross to bear - elio - 09-06-2020 elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight
It is quiet. this is weird and small but have an open post :) RE: that's my cross to bear - Eyas - 09-09-2020 I've got you deep in the heart of me -So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me- Sinking her black hooves into Elio’s tracks, Eyas meandered quietly through the snow and made her way toward the willow tree. The few inches of white powder that had accumulated earlier now lay quietly across the meadow of dead grass, undisturbed aside from the hollow pockets where Elio had first walked and which Eyas now used to keep herself from being followed. Her smaller black legs fit neatly into the larger, rounder hoof marks stamped out by her younger sibling - he was a buff stallion, like their mutual brother Gale - and she trod easily over the icy turf. Eyas still remembered how grown-up Elio had looked when she’d met him in Loess, all golden red, and how she’d marveled at his similarity to Wolfbane. Now it was the new year, and she knew better than to equate her father to her brother. They were nothing alike; Elio never could be and never would be Wolfbane. He’d only gotten the best and least from their father in terms of physical beauty, and that wasn’t something Eyas could fault him for. In fact, as she murmured out, “Elio?” And slipped her sooty nose between the hanging limbs, Eyas was nervously excited to see those self-same gold stripes and Elio’s signature red-marked coat. Her nostrils bumped against something - feathers from his wing? - and Eyas withdrew, taking a step backwards. She shook her own svelte wings free from the cold and waited, breathing plumes of icy smoke into the air while the sun faded away into dusk. EYAS @[elio] <3 RE: that's my cross to bear - elio - 09-20-2020 elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight It's typically very easy for Elio to lie to himself these days. Not that it was terribly hard before, but the crushing weight of solitude has molded his morals: crumbled the sharp edges to dust, rained on the remnants to create sticky clay, hardened by a cold winter sun into some amorphous, alien shape. RE: that's my cross to bear - Eyas - 09-29-2020 I've got you deep in the heart of me -So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me- The web of fate surrounding their family was always growing larger each time Eyas looked, but she often refrained. She doesn’t know as much as she thinks she does, and she knows quiet more than she ever should. The less she pried on the ones who still mattered, the better. Horses of her bloodline, past and present, the horses she considers as good as family because of their continued support and often strange presence; they live their lives in twisted spurts of action, true immortals beginning to feel the truth behind forever, and Eyas can’t spend her own unlimited time wasting away by keeping up with their myriad choices. Instead, she prefered moments like these where Elio (in the flesh) greeted her with a familiar kiss and a welcoming wing to shelter under. Eyas leaned into his nose, smiling roughly, and pushed past the tinkling curtain of frozen branches to join him. There, she made herself as small as possible to fit and shuddered gratefully, feeling his warm skin against her frigid side. “Oooh, that’s better. Thanks Elio.” Eyas chittered and huffed out a short laugh. She jostled her wings for friction, stomped her forehooves, and huffed out the chill. For a moment it seemed like she might not answer either of his questions, then she broke the silence with a high, casual, “Just waiting for the right time to go home.” As she stared through the crystal-droplet leaves and observed the quiet winter world. Her head turned; she looked at the familiar planes of her little brother’s face and smiled, but her eyes were flat black, all-knowing. No mind reader, though she could read Elio’s mind right this minute. She reached out, buried her nose into his beautifully striped, crested neck and wished she could take away their mutual concern. She couldn’t. Instead, Eyas could be here with him. They could suffer together for once. Their father was going to die and nothing was more terrible than to think of a forever without him - the way he used to be, the way he should’ve been for Elio and their other siblings. “And you?” The little pegasus pulled away from her brother, curious herself. “Are you getting enough sleep? Enough to eat?” EYAS @[elio] RE: that's my cross to bear - elio - 10-07-2020 elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight "Home," Elio murmurs on a laugh, tilting his already standoffish head away from Eyas. Where was home, now? Now that Taiga thinks him an enemy and a joke? Loess never felt like home, even when Elio stuck close to Lepis' side. An arduous sigh heaves the golden man's sides. He only knows home in his dreams and even those dreams do not mimic large, centuries-old redwoods. Lio doesn't remember the last time he laid his head down and truly felt comfortable. @[Eyas] <3 RE: that's my cross to bear - Eyas - 10-11-2020 I've got you deep in the heart of me -So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me- The burden of so much pain should never be borne alone, Eyas thinks. It should be distributed if possible, carried by those who love the broken party and wish only to see some semblance of freedom and lightness return to their hearts. Eyas, though she doesn’t know Elio as she should, knows that she loves Elio enough not to look past the way he scoffs at the word ‘Home’. Yes; they’ve been displaced from so many lands that could’ve been just that, and she doesn’t begrudge his casual indifference toward the word itself, but need it always be that way? Must he suffer so, forever? The comforting pressure of his bent cheek is enough to give Eyas hope for the opposite, and she smiled into his skin when he glossed over his problems nearly as well as she did her own. They were siblings, were they not? Alike in mannerisms even if the years and circumstances have divided us, Eyas mused silently to herself, withdrawing from her brother’s side for the sake of his well-being and her own. She, too, did not like the feeling of touching or being touched, but had considered it might help given their current situation. Even a cold hermit needs the occasional enjoyment of creature comforts. “Gale and I have founded a home of sorts, yes.” She’s glad he asked, and the accompanying smile that followed her answer was as warm as Islandre’s black-sand beaches during the summer months. “Island Resort - well, Islandres now, thanks to Gale.” She chuckled prettily at the back of her throat. “He’s really taken the whole leadership thing to wing. I just sit back and watch. Mhhm, she smirked behind dark lips. Sometimes Eyas could make herself laugh. “You should visit, brother. See what Gale’s done to the place, maybe vacation there for a month or two.” The little pegasus mare suggested, though she wanted to tack on ‘stay forever’ at the end. “In the middle of the ocean, no one cares who you are or where you’ve been. The isolation is… refreshing.” Eyas explained. EYAS @[elio] this thread is like a warm coffee on a slow morning for me: just damn good RE: that's my cross to bear - elio - 10-25-2020 elio some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight Elio would have known Eyas would offer her home readily if he had known she has one; but the extension of love comes as a surprise, and all he can muster in the moment is a slow closing of his eyes. @[Eyas] <3 |