I should have loved a thunderbird instead
at least when spring comes they roar back again
There is a strange otherness to the moment that Aegean cannot quite name. It is something that slips under the surface and wraps around the base of it; he feels it like a current in his pulse and a jackhammer to his heart. It is an uncomfortable feeling and yet he feels completely comfortable relishing it. It is disquieting to know of the way that his body betrays him and yet he finds that he quite loves the feel of it.
Without thinking, he takes a step forward at the feel of the happiness flicker through him. It is a brighter feeling than he is used to, the keen edge of it unlike the gentle glow that his own joy takes. Aegean feels the edges of his velvet lips curl into a smile, and he takes a step forward again, closing the distance between them. “Is that you?” his silver bell voice questions. “I didn’t know that you could do that.”
His own gift responds to the illusion without thought and around him, the stars seem to fall from the sky to fill up the spaces between them. It happens slow at first and then all at once until it feels as though they are swimming amongst them, darkening the night so that the faint glow of dawn is barely seen anymore.
“It is beautiful,” he confirms, although his purple gaze does not leave the young stallion in front of him. When he admits that he wasn’t meant to be here at all, he just laughs—rolling his shoulders. “Then that is a glorious mistake of fate for me.” For a second, the silence between them stretches until he can feel the tension ready to snap. “I can show you around if you would like,” but he makes no move to leave.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
(I think I made you up inside my head.)