11-04-2018, 08:35 PM
He shouldn’t have let him take him with them. He should have went back into the brambles and let them shed his blood as he hid. He should have let himself stay broken and scared instead of letting that small kernel of hope start to glow in his chest. It was hard to extinguish once it was lit and he knew that now, now he would have something to fight for, and something that could be used against him in the two stallions that helped him up, helped him on his way with them.
They hadn’t left him behind. They hadn’t let him curl back up inside himself. And the simple act of caring about him had burned its way into his heart, etching their names there forever. He couldn’t disappoint them now, there was too much love, hesitant and probably buried some, but it was there, thumping loudly in his chest.
He let them fuss, or rather the smaller one fussed as the bigger one made the path.
And then the world imploded around them and fear etched its way through his skin, implanting itself more firmly into his mind. The magician’s touch lingered, even days later as they made their way into one of the safe places to live. They had hurried as much as they could and though Anani had wanted to turn back, let himself fall into the dark without them, he knew that Tithe would follow.
He couldn’t bear to hurt him.
So he followed. He didn’t hesitate.
The Cove was slowly filling, more and more stragglers came in all the time. And if they stayed off by themselves, Tindalos’s wish so none of them accidently got sick, well it only made Anani more aware of himself. He slides into the water with a sharp intake of breath. The water was cold and took his breath away as it touched the bottom of his barrel. He didn’t know if the white would ever come clean again but he was trying to, for them.
Trying to be more than what he had been even. He was trying to be better for them.
For his Tindalos. For his Tithe.
He turned his eyes, softening as they look back at them. “Help me?” he says, wondering if would be willing to bathe in the ice cold water.
They hadn’t left him behind. They hadn’t let him curl back up inside himself. And the simple act of caring about him had burned its way into his heart, etching their names there forever. He couldn’t disappoint them now, there was too much love, hesitant and probably buried some, but it was there, thumping loudly in his chest.
He let them fuss, or rather the smaller one fussed as the bigger one made the path.
And then the world imploded around them and fear etched its way through his skin, implanting itself more firmly into his mind. The magician’s touch lingered, even days later as they made their way into one of the safe places to live. They had hurried as much as they could and though Anani had wanted to turn back, let himself fall into the dark without them, he knew that Tithe would follow.
He couldn’t bear to hurt him.
So he followed. He didn’t hesitate.
The Cove was slowly filling, more and more stragglers came in all the time. And if they stayed off by themselves, Tindalos’s wish so none of them accidently got sick, well it only made Anani more aware of himself. He slides into the water with a sharp intake of breath. The water was cold and took his breath away as it touched the bottom of his barrel. He didn’t know if the white would ever come clean again but he was trying to, for them.
Trying to be more than what he had been even. He was trying to be better for them.
For his Tindalos. For his Tithe.
He turned his eyes, softening as they look back at them. “Help me?” he says, wondering if would be willing to bathe in the ice cold water.