01-10-2019, 02:14 AM
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
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
.
She can’t read her father’s mind, of course, but if she could, she would have felt terrible. She didn’t want him to feel like he didn’t do anything right; she still loved him unconditionally, and even with imperfections, she wouldn’t trade him for anything. But even without being able to see into his thoughts, she can feel what radiates from him. She can see the look on his face, and it makes her heart clench, and she softens herself even more as a response. In a single step she curls against his side, just as she has always done, her golden-tipped muzzle laying against his shoulder. Her body is still feverish, and the winter chill of Nerine made her skin shiver, but being able to steal his warmth was like a blanket over her shoulders.
”It’s okay,” she says softly, and then, after a hesitation, she adds, ”I’m sorry, too, for getting mad.” She still felt those feelings, though the anger was not as red-hot as it had been. For all her frigid qualities, her temper had a way of flaring, sometimes beyond her control, but it always quieted down – especially when faced with someone she loves. She is sure that this was not the last thing she and her father would not see eye to eye on. They were too similar, with he being quick to react, and her unable to keep from feeding off of it. Maybe as she got older, she would be able to remain calm in the face of agitation, but for now, she was still chaotic, reactive. Like him.
She frowns a little at his question, and she pulls away from him to tilt her head inquisitively, and ask, ”What do you mean?” She pauses to consider it, not entirely sure what he is asking. ”I came from you and...mom?” The perplexion in the way she says it is obvious, reading his reaction, trying to figure out if she was on the right track. ”And I was born in Hyaline.” She blinks up at him, slightly wondering if this was how she was going to find out she was adopted.
”It’s okay,” she says softly, and then, after a hesitation, she adds, ”I’m sorry, too, for getting mad.” She still felt those feelings, though the anger was not as red-hot as it had been. For all her frigid qualities, her temper had a way of flaring, sometimes beyond her control, but it always quieted down – especially when faced with someone she loves. She is sure that this was not the last thing she and her father would not see eye to eye on. They were too similar, with he being quick to react, and her unable to keep from feeding off of it. Maybe as she got older, she would be able to remain calm in the face of agitation, but for now, she was still chaotic, reactive. Like him.
She frowns a little at his question, and she pulls away from him to tilt her head inquisitively, and ask, ”What do you mean?” She pauses to consider it, not entirely sure what he is asking. ”I came from you and...mom?” The perplexion in the way she says it is obvious, reading his reaction, trying to figure out if she was on the right track. ”And I was born in Hyaline.” She blinks up at him, slightly wondering if this was how she was going to find out she was adopted.
chryseis
@[Leilan]