01-08-2021, 12:05 AM
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
He found the social differences between the two mares to be fascinating – they were like night and day.
Desire was a sleek feline who seemed eager to weigh her nine lives up against her overwhelming curiosity. She was bold and self-assured in her advances accompanied by a beguiling smile that seemed to hint at a secret that he was not privy to. The night-strewn mare wasn’t afraid to step into his space nor did she hesitate in her almost-touches to the shadows that continued to flutter around his frame.
Beyza, on the other hand, was guarded and cautious. She remained just outside their little gathering, unsure of her welcome amidst the shadows. Her curiosity was clear in her gaze but it was tempered with tightly reined self-control and a touch of uncertainty. But her coat was a boldness unto itself, unerringly piercing through the darkness and unwittingly drawing attention to her.
One was not superior to the other in any one way.
But boldness could easily lead to recklessness and great caution could lead to lost opportunities.
He remained quiet during both of their introductions, content to let them ask any more questions or speak their thoughts aloud for he truly enjoyed the art of getting to know people. Desire moved closer into his space and he didn’t mind her forwardness. The shadows coiled together and became denser on his shoulder where she aimed her touch but she abruptly pulled back and they began to stretch back out once again agitatedly. Although they had determined them to be friendly, they would continue to jealously guard him despite Michaelis’ wishes otherwise.
Amused mismatched eyes went from Desire’s smile and towards the small frown that briefly marred Beyza’s features before it flickered away. He could see the burning curiosity in her eyes and Michaelis was more than happy to bridge the gap between them. As he began to step closer towards Beyza and past the galaxy-touched mare, a couple of shadow tendrils trail away from him and daringly curl about her own shoulder in return for the previous almost-touch. They remained delicate in their touch, giving Desire the opportunity to escape should she well desire.
He had already started forward whenever the night-strewn mare had asked him another question and he threw his answer back over his shoulder with a mischievous grin and laughing eyes.
“Alas I was not born with them but cursed instead!”
An irritated squeeze around his torso told him what the tendrils had thought of that particular answer and he merely chuckled in response to their disgruntlement. But it was true he had not been born with any special abilities, but now he possessed two of them. Although, moving things around with his mind wasn’t nearly as entertaining to others as was the shadows that continuously clung to his frame.
The shadow child made sure to halt within a respectable distance of the blindingly white mare in case she wasn’t comfortable with his sudden approach. Instead, he stretched the shadows out temptingly towards her in invitation and tilted his head questioningly, “Would you like to come closer to them?”
The storm continued overhead but it seemed to be lessoning in its wrath, slowing down from a torrential downpour and into a steady rain. He beckoned Desire closer to them with a gentle smile and a raised eyebrow before addressing them both once more. “Tell me, what have I missed? I’ve just recently returned from a long journey.” The tendrils seemed to grow around them, as if they wished to hide their little gathering away from prying eyes and interruptions.
( The Shadow Child )
@[Desire]