Takei
The melody of life is a chaotic yet beautiful song. It weaves through every season — both of the weather and of the stages of growth — in harmony with the sway of Mother Nature’s lush hips. Spring blossoms and children are born to roll among the sweet fresh grass. Autumn decays around them and alongside that the old generations lay to become absorbed back into the structure of the soil. With each step and with each breath, they participate in the ballad of life and death.
Romance has its own tune in the song of the world. The notes often change depending on the stage it is in — fresh newness, wild heartbreak, anxious flutterings, fiery passion. In order for children to be birthed amidst willow trees and lacy spring flowers there must be chemistry and romance to give want for children. The affections of love can be fickle and bewildering but the payout can be worth it in the end.
Takei has suffered through most of the process of romance with one lover. He hadn’t known they would both be damned to different universes (that Orion would melt against the painting of the dreamy island, that he would wonder if any of it was real at all) and he suffered through the pain of heartbreak silent and alone.
His soul is soothed among the arching hills of the mountains and the gentle lap of the lake’s waves.
Takei had guessed right in the approach of someone, as a female voice echoes back his curious greeting. For a moment, hesitation crosses his mind — which in turn flickers across his face like the glow of a flame. The voice introduces itself as Solace. The tobiano’s head swings low for a moment, ears twisting to locate the source of the young mare. His nostrils quiver to take in her scent before he takes a few steps closer.
“My name’s Takei.” It’s his first time speaking to someone since Keeper brought him to the mountainous kingdom. His voice is rough and low, proving it has been a long time since he has last used his vocal chords. Her next question sends miniature daggers into Takei’s chest. He bites back a soft groan of grief, though the pain is much more bearable compared to when Keeper found him in the field.
He pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts, red and white locks falling against his shoulders as a breeze picks them up and then sets them back down. “Not particularly,” he finally answers. He knows where Orion is — lost to the song of life and death if he even was alive. Takei wanders aimlessly for now, unsure of his purpose while his eyes remain dark to the world. “Keeper brought me to Hyaline.” He doesn’t know what else to say, having been lost in his thoughts for so long. With his finishing words, Takei’s lips draw into a line, neither frowning or smiling.
Romance has its own tune in the song of the world. The notes often change depending on the stage it is in — fresh newness, wild heartbreak, anxious flutterings, fiery passion. In order for children to be birthed amidst willow trees and lacy spring flowers there must be chemistry and romance to give want for children. The affections of love can be fickle and bewildering but the payout can be worth it in the end.
Takei has suffered through most of the process of romance with one lover. He hadn’t known they would both be damned to different universes (that Orion would melt against the painting of the dreamy island, that he would wonder if any of it was real at all) and he suffered through the pain of heartbreak silent and alone.
His soul is soothed among the arching hills of the mountains and the gentle lap of the lake’s waves.
Takei had guessed right in the approach of someone, as a female voice echoes back his curious greeting. For a moment, hesitation crosses his mind — which in turn flickers across his face like the glow of a flame. The voice introduces itself as Solace. The tobiano’s head swings low for a moment, ears twisting to locate the source of the young mare. His nostrils quiver to take in her scent before he takes a few steps closer.
“My name’s Takei.” It’s his first time speaking to someone since Keeper brought him to the mountainous kingdom. His voice is rough and low, proving it has been a long time since he has last used his vocal chords. Her next question sends miniature daggers into Takei’s chest. He bites back a soft groan of grief, though the pain is much more bearable compared to when Keeper found him in the field.
He pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts, red and white locks falling against his shoulders as a breeze picks them up and then sets them back down. “Not particularly,” he finally answers. He knows where Orion is — lost to the song of life and death if he even was alive. Takei wanders aimlessly for now, unsure of his purpose while his eyes remain dark to the world. “Keeper brought me to Hyaline.” He doesn’t know what else to say, having been lost in his thoughts for so long. With his finishing words, Takei’s lips draw into a line, neither frowning or smiling.
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
@[Solace]