i love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate
He is as normal as she is not. You would be hard pressed to find one of more ignoble birth than he. In that respect, he takes after his mother. The one who had borne him, given him life. The one he had left and never looked back at. He looks like her though, even as a scraggly, scrawny youth. His frame promises height and musculature, a thick mane and tail, and feathery legs. So very much like his unremarkable birth mother. With his solid black frame covered in tufts of baby soft fur, his dull gray eyes, his dark mane falling in unkempt clusters along his lean neck, his black puff of a tail swatting at his haunches, he is nothing remarkable either.
He regards her with those mild eyes, staring at her with an unnerving, unblinking gaze. She is stiff, eyeing him with undisguised discomfort. He basks in that discomfort. But it does not last. In response to his quiet mien, his lack of words, of pressure, she breathes. A sudden breath of release. His delicate, downy soft ears tip forward, gray eyes unchanging. And then she asks him a question.
Are you alone? He doesn’t recognize the significance of those words. Even if he had, his answer would not change. Because he is alone. For her, he was always meant to be alone.
”Yes,” he says. An unwitting, unintentional echo. Yes, he is alone.
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khaos x eyrie