[private] you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece, aldric

[Chryseis]

you were a vision in the morning
when the light came through,
i know i've only felt religion
when i've lied with you
and i'm still waking every morning
but it's not with you

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She has never felt like she has belonged. Everywhere she has lived, no matter how beautiful, the ache in her chest never really seemed to fade away. She hadn’t thought much of it, having been raised by a mother that seemed to bleed wanderlust instead of blood, but even she had found someone that seemed to quiet the unrest in her soul. Chryseis thought she had done the same; Rhaegor had a way of not really taming her, but instead stoking the fire that lived inside of her. He was the only thing she had found that really felt like home.

It had been tempting to leave Tephra, the way she had done with Hyaline and Nerine, but she realized that she couldn’t keep running every time something went wrong. 

Still, standing alone beneath the silver beams of the moon, with the melody of water spilling over rocks, it was the first time she felt like her mind has truly settled. Her mind is empty of all thoughts, as she simply watches. The river reminded her of being a little girl and her father teaching her to swim, despite her overprotective mother’s protests; and the time that her and Rhaegor had tried to convince another colt to help them find a kelpie, and of course, the time she actually met one, and there was apart of her that was slightly disappointed that the bite from Ivar hadn’t led to a transformation. 

She is shaken from her nostalgic thoughts at the feel of someone watching her, and when she lifts her dark brown eyes, they settle on the dun stallion on the other side of the river. It is almost instinctive, to smile at him, and she tilts her glittering face in curiosity. “Hi,” She calls to him, and with little caution she steps into the cool water. The current is not as strong in this section, and water rushes around her black legs, flashing silver beneath the light of the moon. “It’s lovely out tonight, isn’t it?” She casts her gaze upwards as she says this, the glimmering stars reflecting on the surface of her eyes, before she looks back to him. “I’m Chryseis,” she says from her place in the middle of river, hoping that her friendly nature might coax him into conversation.

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