05-13-2018, 10:13 PM
haze like a fever
i fell like a dreamer for sweet tea and lemonade; it clings to my t-shirt it’s loud and it lingers, designed to suffocate. i light up to find what i’ve known all this time, there’s some beauty here yet
Unsettlement burrows deeper into her stomach when the golden mare watches a drop of molten lava sear her skin and draw blood. There’s no sign of pain on her face, no flinching of her shoulders, and it causes Wishbone’s brows to pull deeper together. She can remember, rather unfondly, the past times she had managed to singe her skin and burn her knees. The pain had been white-hot and scream-inducing, seeming to dive deep into the marrow of her bone although the injuries were only superficial.
The girl winces even watching the action happen, but a sour taste rises in her mouth as they begin walking and ‘Jack’ pays no mind to the lava seeping into her skin and burning the hair away. When the golden mare nibbles at Wishbone’s shoulder (a pinching feeling that doesn’t draw blood due to the dull design of horse teeth but will certainly leave a bruise) she squeals and instinctually twists away.
“What the fuck.” Her voice is firm and agitated at this point, the growing degree of her negative emotions increasing by the second. This mare could certainly cause trouble for Tephra, having already caused enough with Wishbone herself. She decides to give her some water and then briskly escort her out of the borders for good. By the time the girl comes to this decision and the golden mare speaks about birds and death they have reached the bubbling brook.
The water is clean and fresh here, different from both the salty waves crashing on their shores and the dark streams of lava. Wishbone attempts to divert Jack’s attention toward the water rather than her absurd and worrying question. “Here’s some fresh water. Please, drink.” Her words find themselves clipped and stubborn, different from before. At this point the girl is looking to help the golden mare to this degree and then get her the hell out of Tephra.
The girl winces even watching the action happen, but a sour taste rises in her mouth as they begin walking and ‘Jack’ pays no mind to the lava seeping into her skin and burning the hair away. When the golden mare nibbles at Wishbone’s shoulder (a pinching feeling that doesn’t draw blood due to the dull design of horse teeth but will certainly leave a bruise) she squeals and instinctually twists away.
“What the fuck.” Her voice is firm and agitated at this point, the growing degree of her negative emotions increasing by the second. This mare could certainly cause trouble for Tephra, having already caused enough with Wishbone herself. She decides to give her some water and then briskly escort her out of the borders for good. By the time the girl comes to this decision and the golden mare speaks about birds and death they have reached the bubbling brook.
The water is clean and fresh here, different from both the salty waves crashing on their shores and the dark streams of lava. Wishbone attempts to divert Jack’s attention toward the water rather than her absurd and worrying question. “Here’s some fresh water. Please, drink.” Her words find themselves clipped and stubborn, different from before. At this point the girl is looking to help the golden mare to this degree and then get her the hell out of Tephra.
@[Jackel] / I figured we could finish this up since it's so far in the past now. We can say Jackel got a drink and then left, or if we want to write one or two posts more we can do that but finish it up quickly. It's up to you