» Innocence is always unsuspicious «
He was here, I knew he was. We always found each other. Maybe he was a crazy stalker, or maybe it was Beqanna magic, but whatever it was we always were able to know when the other needed the other. Yeah, I know-- I just potentially said I am willingly allowing myself to be in a potential stalker situation, probably more telling of my state of mind than anything else. I had no friends or family to alert me to my manic state. My supposed father had been missing for ages, my mother and brother gone for so many years that I don’t even think I remember the details of their faces; I had no real friends to chime in either. So I stood aware that Chem had to be near and that something surely had to be wrong with me to put myself in this situation, again, yet not caring.
A snap of a twig and a stirring of some low branches brought his arrival to my small clearing to my attention, but a scan of the area brought no image of the black and white stallion that haunted me so. It seems that each of us had some new gift. I was aware of mine but hadn’t used it yet, but it seemed Chem had. As I waited I heard him, smelled him even, but still couldn’t see him. He had some sort of invisibility or camouflage. I stayed still, waiting, for him to come out from his hiding. Another snap of a twig and the crunch of the forest floor beneath him told me he was in front of me ”Chem we both know you are about as stealthy as a bore. Why don’t you show yourself? Afraid I’ll give you another lashing? I’m sure you’re more than deserving is some form.” A laugh broke through my words, shattered my sentence into thousands of pieces that fade away as the sounds dissipated into the air. And just like that, he appeared by my shoulder, coy as ever. As if he knew I would come, the bastard.
I had the upper hand I knew I had this gift, untested as if was, and I felt no reason to not try it on Chem… he owed me this much. Chem stood tense but reached out just the same. His lips tenderly against my own, I let him linger there until I nipped at him...what can I say I held grudges like my mother. It was stupid to deny that we had chemistry… that there was something still here between us, unspoken and completely dysfunctional. I didn’t think we could ever be what the other needed. Chem couldn’t deny his need to...wander, and I couldn't ever be fully committed to someone who wasn’t to me. That was until now, which is why I sought him out.
I let him stay close. My heart aching slightly, resisting letting down walls that have kept me strong )and alone) for so long. But I thought I had the key now, the key that would make it work. Only time would tell. ”Still cheeky as ever, I see” I say, not willing to admit I missed him, that he felt like home. It brought sadness to my eyes because the things I knew made it hard to be happy with him. He was who he was, I didn’t know it then-- all those years ago, but I do now... He would never be a settle down type. I smelled Sreva on him. It irked me… she had never seemed to bring anything to the table but he had been with her. Maybe it was the nonchalant attitude that made him seek her. Whatever it was this train of thought triggered the gift Beqanna had given me. Without Chem knowing I was able to sense what Chem wanted...needed in a romantic sense. I gleaned the details, every little aspect he wanted I knew, and with a flourish, I became that. My image changed, coat color, markings, everything exactly into his perfect mare, I sensed his wants in personality and I was able to use that to entrance him… if I wished. ”Come with me. I need you, as I have always needed you.”, I cooed to him. To Chem, I was everything he ever wanted… how could he say no… and as his whims changed I could change… He had no need to Sreva or any other now. We could work now--- we had to.
Vessel
Kimber x Nymphetamine
ooc: I'll let you fill in what chem sees ;P