01-17-2020, 04:37 AM
she fell for the idea of him
and ideas were a dangerous thing to love
and ideas were a dangerous thing to love
She feels the rocks begin to slide almost before she hears them – a faint vibration that radiates to her bones, and the way panic bubbles up in her chest so quickly almost makes her forget the physical pain wrenching inside of her. She turns just as the rocks begin to crash, swallowing up what little light had filtered through the opening of the cave. Heartfire is the only reason she does not entirely succumb to the hysteria that threatens to take hold of her; she is certain that the Nerinian queen does not let much slip past her, that she would know she was here and be able to disintegrate an escape. Her mind travels unwillingly to what would happen if Heartfire doesn’t find her, but fretting over it now was futile, especially when there were more pressing matters.
It takes her a moment to realize there is a figure emerging from the dust as it settles, but when her eyes adjust to the dark – a brief flicker with her infrared vision, just enough to make out that the mass is equine – it is an entirely new brand of fear that she feels. To be trapped in here, in this situation, with a stranger.
Until she sees his familiar face, and hears his familiar voice, but the relief that she feels is fleeting.
“Ashhal,” her soft voice trembles off the walls of the cave, and she shrinks backwards, away from him. “You can’t be here,” the words are spoken tautly, and she knows that she isn’t making sense. It didn’t matter why he was here, or that he shouldn’t be here, or that this was absolutely the last situation either of them wanted to be in – she had seen the rocks fall, and he was trapped just as much as she was. He didn’t have a choice but to be here.
“Why would you be anywhere near Nerine anyway?” There is an uncharacteristic shortness to her voice, almost accusatory, followed by a sharp inhale of breath and a clenching of her jaw at the pain that grips her in waves. On a slow exhale, her face softens, but the tension does not leave her eyes as she watches him and whispers apologetically, “I’m sorry.” Another step back, and she feels the roughness of the wall press into her skin, having lengthened the distance between them as much as she possibly could. He was already blurring at the edges, as she slowly sank to the ground with a low, stifled groan, and while somewhere in the back of her mind there was an ever-mounting anxiety at him being here, she knew that in a few moments she would be too distracted to care at how irritated he was going to be.
It takes her a moment to realize there is a figure emerging from the dust as it settles, but when her eyes adjust to the dark – a brief flicker with her infrared vision, just enough to make out that the mass is equine – it is an entirely new brand of fear that she feels. To be trapped in here, in this situation, with a stranger.
Until she sees his familiar face, and hears his familiar voice, but the relief that she feels is fleeting.
“Ashhal,” her soft voice trembles off the walls of the cave, and she shrinks backwards, away from him. “You can’t be here,” the words are spoken tautly, and she knows that she isn’t making sense. It didn’t matter why he was here, or that he shouldn’t be here, or that this was absolutely the last situation either of them wanted to be in – she had seen the rocks fall, and he was trapped just as much as she was. He didn’t have a choice but to be here.
“Why would you be anywhere near Nerine anyway?” There is an uncharacteristic shortness to her voice, almost accusatory, followed by a sharp inhale of breath and a clenching of her jaw at the pain that grips her in waves. On a slow exhale, her face softens, but the tension does not leave her eyes as she watches him and whispers apologetically, “I’m sorry.” Another step back, and she feels the roughness of the wall press into her skin, having lengthened the distance between them as much as she possibly could. He was already blurring at the edges, as she slowly sank to the ground with a low, stifled groan, and while somewhere in the back of her mind there was an ever-mounting anxiety at him being here, she knew that in a few moments she would be too distracted to care at how irritated he was going to be.
ryatah