Rapture
somewhere between the sand and the stardust
She is so very different from the rest of her family. From the day of her birth she had struggled to find her place among them. Her twin had inherited the strength and ferocity of her parents, had been born with war in his blood and strength in his heart. At times she would live vicariously through him. He had accomplished so much while she had hidden herself away from the world (sometimes, though, she couldn’t bear to look, couldn’t bear to watch him through the eyes of her twin).
There is a certain strength in her delicacy, but it is feeble at best. She is nothing like them. Nothing like they deserve. They are so much better off without her there, a useless bauble who could only weep at the injustices of the world.
Rather than feeling lighter, her heart feels like lead inside her chest, an ache she has grown so accustomed to that she almost doesn’t notice anymore. Fortunately welcome distraction comes in the form of a dark mare scattered with white. For a moment, she almost sees her mother in the slightly hazy form, a familiar gray and white that brings momentary comfort to her heavy heart. But a few blinks of her eyes clear her vision and her mother is replaced by a stranger, one who stands ankle deep in the swirling waters as she introduces herself.
For a moment, Rapture simply stares at the woman, head barely peeking above the dusky gray of the flowing river, pale blue eyes wide and almost startled in appearance. After a moment (an uncomfortably long one, though Rapture hardly notices. She had developed the rather unfortunate habit of losing time), she offers a barely perceptible shake of her head before murmuring, “No, not at all.”
Pushing forward, she rises from the river, water sluicing from her blue and white skin, her dual-toned locks plastered to the side of her slender neck, tail slapping wetly against her hocks as she nears the shore. When the water has reached her fetlocks, she pauses briefly to shake herself violently, causing drops of water the spray about her. For the briefest of moments, she is haloed by rainbows, the sunlight reflecting off the scattered droplets around her.
Shifting her gaze once more, she fixes her blue, blue eyes curiously upon the darker mare. "I am Rapture," she finally says, offering her own name in response to Titanya’s introduction. Another lengthy pause follows before she ends simply with, "You look familiar."
there is a pulse that echoes of you and I
It's perfect is what it is <3333 I missed your gorgeous words toooo
