Levi is so inexperienced in happiness that the state of it is intoxicating. His spring days pass in an Eden-like haze, and the nights are even sweeter. He drowns himself in her on Tephra's shores. Willing crushed below her wave, he lets everything else go. And for the first time in his life, he lets himself simply be.
And then, she vanishes.
A week (or two?) that was how his paradise could sustain itself before imploding. A blissful string of days that he should have known wouldn't last.
With a darkened brow the heavy stallion roves the damp forest. Just like the last time those closest to him had vanished, he searches tirelessly. The storm of his mind does not let him rest, not that he had tried too hard, and his legs seem to move on their own accord.
Nearly black from the rain the stallion would be hard to spot, despite his size, if it weren't for the flames lashing against his crest. His tail too is wrapped in flame, the long tendrils of orange and yellow heat trailing behind him as he walks. He is a beacon in the woods, a turbulent mass of anger and disappointment. The persistent plop, plop of raindrops along his back do nothing to lighten his mood, even if they are the only thing preventing The Forest from burning. Steam rolls of the heat of his body in humid waves as he wanders, aimless now that he has lost Rapture's trail.
But there is no sign of her, no sign of anyone.
Just wet earth, and rotting bark.
Fuck spring, fuck rain.
He should have known he couldn't find her.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
@[lynx]