i am weeping shades of indigo
Maybe once he would have left her.
Maybe he would have left his mother alone like she had left him. She had borne him all of a sudden and she had only taught him ferocity. She had given him her hatred and her anger, her fury. Anadil was a fearsome creature. She was angry. She was cross. She was short with him and she had no patience. She made sure that Doctor knew that.
She made sure she knew that her son would know the anger by which he was borne.
But suddenly now.. Suddenly, from this rage that Doctor had fought through already, the lands and the creatures he had burnt thanks to her rage, alls the cries of “no!” that he’d heard through her mind, linked to his… all he can remember is “no, stop!” and yet….
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Here he is. Staring at this beautiful mare. Her coat glimmers. She looks at him, she sees him.. He stops for a moment in awe. Her gaze is nefarious. She looks straight at him and she is not angry or even afraid. And he stares right back.
He sucks in a deep breath and for once he exhales without flame. “Yes,” he coughs back as if his throat is caked with ash. And then, with another inhale, with that flame that licks upon his tongue to keep him warm, he slips a little closer. She is like him, he is like her. They have something to hate and they want to hate it together.
“What has left you so lonesome, darling girl?” He is tempted to lift his muzzle to her ear but he is wary - he knows too much pain. Still, he lifts his muzzle and casts her a glance from his coppery eyes. “I may be able to help you.” He nips her mane a little, but is careful not to be too forward. His breath smells like ash, he knows, and he pulls his mouth away lest she be too shy.
Doctor