05-28-2019, 10:24 PM
Starsin is much warmer than Midnight expects, though he hardly expected anything to begin with. No rejection of his disposal is uttered, and the curt words of his absent mother now feel too loud in his head. The colt’s ears tip slightly backward, tiny mouth tilted downward in a frown. There is a magnitude of pain in his green eyes but it is hardly comprehensible to a child hardly a month old.
He swallows the tears that prick at his eyes, a gesture he may do for the rest of his life.
Only when his sister offers a huge distraction does he realize those flashing emotions were a mere second long. A slight shake of his head is the only indication of his return to reality. The little black and white colt turns just in time to watch the cacti burst into countless slimy pieces. Those widened eyes manage to spread even wider, awe and delight quickly eradicating any negative emotion.
Midnight only breathes in sharply, lips mildly parted to draw in air. Several seconds pass before he returns his gaze to his older sister’s.
“Starsin,” is a matter-of-fact murmur nearly too quiet to be heard above the breeze. “Can you teach me how to do that with my light?” When he asks, there is a certain vulnerability in his voice, but it is quickly undercut by a sickly apathy. As if he knows the answer will be a no, and he cannot bring himself to care or even stop himself from asking at all.
@[Starsin] sorry this is horrible
He swallows the tears that prick at his eyes, a gesture he may do for the rest of his life.
Only when his sister offers a huge distraction does he realize those flashing emotions were a mere second long. A slight shake of his head is the only indication of his return to reality. The little black and white colt turns just in time to watch the cacti burst into countless slimy pieces. Those widened eyes manage to spread even wider, awe and delight quickly eradicating any negative emotion.
Midnight only breathes in sharply, lips mildly parted to draw in air. Several seconds pass before he returns his gaze to his older sister’s.
“Starsin,” is a matter-of-fact murmur nearly too quiet to be heard above the breeze. “Can you teach me how to do that with my light?” When he asks, there is a certain vulnerability in his voice, but it is quickly undercut by a sickly apathy. As if he knows the answer will be a no, and he cannot bring himself to care or even stop himself from asking at all.
@[Starsin] sorry this is horrible