08-17-2016, 02:41 PM
In a world with no tolerance,
We do what we shouldn’t have to
He is watching her, ever closely. He sees how proud she is and how it decidedly wavers beneath the weight of her own thoughts and doubts. Without her ever seeing him Adriell observes and inclines his head. His beak clicks and his wings shuffle at his sides curiously. Had he been an empath he would melt beneath her sorrows and regrets, but alas, he is left wondering her troubles. A slow breath is drawn in as he teeters toward the end of the branch, anything to keep her in his vision as her body slumps in near defeat.
His heart reaches out because he is far too kind, too loving, to comfortably see anyone in distress. The world is sinking beneath wars and tribulations and so he can only strive in raising those who need it. The blood pouring through his veins quickens, his heart pounding harder against its cage. It’s almost unbearable and so his wings unfurl and he descends in silence. With years of practice, he has finally grasped his own abilities. His claws are exchanged for hooves and feather for fur. What was an owl is now a horse standing near her with golden eyes that drink in the sight of her as though for the very first time. They are strangers – her scent doesn’t even warrant any familiarity – and yet he approaches as a friend, as a lost lover. Her breath coils and flares across his skin. A smile stretches across his lips at first, but then it nearly tumbles into a concerned frown. ”No, no, please don’t be sad,” his voice is honeyed, gentle and reassuring. He does not yet touch her; their closeness is enough, even if a bit much for her (never for him as he loves companionship). ”What ails you?” But what could possibly make her tell a stranger? Why would she ever indulge in someone she’s only just now meeting?
”I promise not to tell anyone,” a smile is his signature for his sincerity.
picture copyright YslenHis heart reaches out because he is far too kind, too loving, to comfortably see anyone in distress. The world is sinking beneath wars and tribulations and so he can only strive in raising those who need it. The blood pouring through his veins quickens, his heart pounding harder against its cage. It’s almost unbearable and so his wings unfurl and he descends in silence. With years of practice, he has finally grasped his own abilities. His claws are exchanged for hooves and feather for fur. What was an owl is now a horse standing near her with golden eyes that drink in the sight of her as though for the very first time. They are strangers – her scent doesn’t even warrant any familiarity – and yet he approaches as a friend, as a lost lover. Her breath coils and flares across his skin. A smile stretches across his lips at first, but then it nearly tumbles into a concerned frown. ”No, no, please don’t be sad,” his voice is honeyed, gentle and reassuring. He does not yet touch her; their closeness is enough, even if a bit much for her (never for him as he loves companionship). ”What ails you?” But what could possibly make her tell a stranger? Why would she ever indulge in someone she’s only just now meeting?
”I promise not to tell anyone,” a smile is his signature for his sincerity.
ADRIELL
And silently step to their dance
hope this is okay ><