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i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - Warden - 11-13-2020 resurrect the saint within the wretch He finds himself deep within the jungle, pressed against the damp foliage and brushing past them with unpurposeful strides, but ones that are forced and nearly angry. He pulls himself futher in as dark descends on Tephra, granting the steaming jungle with a soft night breeze to flow through the palms and ferns, brushing gently through the darkness of his forelock. Warden @[flower] RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - flower - 12-15-2020 There is a storm brewing on the horizon, she can see it in the outline of dark and tumultuous clouds, in the way the wind has shifted and picked up, gone still, wakes again. The world feels so uneasy, somehow, and she isn’t sure why, isn’t sure if she feels curious or scared or if the rising thrill in her chest is something completely unrelated. The wild in her heart urges her to stay and watch, to wait to greet the storm with bright eyes and a matching stubbornness, but logic wins out and she moves inland, away from the shore and the waves that seem eerily stagnant, unusually dark. The forest is an easy choice, she’s always liked the thick tangle of green plants and damp, humid air. She likes the way the dew gathers across her skin like little beads of liquid diamonds, and the way the light refracts through her skin to turn the plants red-orange. She also likes the lack of watching eyes and piteous expressions she finds here in the growing forest-dark. What she isn’t expecting, though, is the ball of shining light that darts out through the fronds and vines, bouncing around her body with an enthusiasm well-matched to that of a child. She is smiling at once, watching it play and move, reaching out to touch the shining glass of her nose to it in gentle curiosity. When it immediately moves away again, she watches it with a curious head tilt, trying to puzzle out the motives of this thing she would not have previously considered alive. Yet the way it moves and tracks her, the way it bounces close again to weave through her legs implies otherwise. “Alright,” she says, and the storm behind her is immediately forgotten, her world narrowing to this new, delightful mystery, “how about I follow you for a bit?” And so she does, winding like molten fire through dappled sunlight, cold and fiery, redder than she has any right to be and made brighter by the contrast of deep green jungle. She follows until even the light can reach them no more, and the shadows trapped beneath her skin make her look almost black in the growing dark. Only her face is a splash of red color as those golden eyes stay glued to the ball of silver light as it leads her on. She is startled, though somehow not surprised, when suddenly a second face is illuminated in the dark. He is even darker than she is, almost invisible without sunlight to catch and pool in the angles of his handsome face, and it is the flash of galaxy blue in the horns atop his skull that finally brings a smile to her delicate lips. “Warden.” She says, and there is such instant, easy affection in the gold of her eyes as she closes the distance between them to push beneath his head and nuzzle her nose to the front curve of his shoulder in an embrace. ”Is this a friend of yours?” She asks, stepping back only enough to see the outline of his face again, helpless to the urge to touch her lips to the curve of his heavy jaw. “Because she said you miss me.” Her eyes flash with mischief, bold and bright and endlessly beautiful. “Or at least she would have if I could speak star.” Because what else could this shining ball of light be, cool and silver and made for dark like this. What else, but a star, would have known the wish in her chest was to see Warden again. FLOWER i'm only steady on my knees RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - Warden - 12-15-2020 resurrect the saint within the wretch
When the silver light becomes something like an orb, Warden’s ears fall easily into the tangle of his dark mane as his stormy blue eyes narrow inquisitively, uneasy. He shifts his weight on dark, muscular legs while the hundreds of pale feathers at his sides whisper gently against each other when he instinctively flexes them. The stallion’s head lowers, those proud horns catching the dim light of the approaching orb, wondering briefly as to why his stomach has turned cold despite having no visions of this moment. Warden @[flower] RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - flower - 01-01-2021 She very much loves the way his face changes when he sees her. The way his ancient eyes grow wider and alight with something she recognizes as delight, something that seems soft and gentle and painfully kind. She can see it in the way the muscles along his cheeks soften, the way his jaw is less rigid as it gives way to a shape she thinks will become a smile in just a moment. She can guess at the feeling inside his chest that makes him change in this way, knows it intimately from the way it has come to live inside her, too. He says her name and even that makes her glow inside, like she’s basking in the warmth of the tone she is so selfishly sure he saves just for her. Or at least she hopes he does, even though she has no right to. She can feel when his attention leaves her, but she doesn’t mind because she knows she is only sharing him with the gleaming star sitting patiently above them, and his face is still against her neck, his breath in her hair like maybe he craves this closeness. She knows this feeling too. “Yes.” She confirms, inching those few steps closer until she is pressed comfortably against him, the feathers of his beautiful wings just inches from where her wandering lips can reach. “I can tell because she’s bossy.” It’s nonsense of course, but she hopes it makes Warden smile nonetheless. His tenderness is a balm she did not know she wanted, and when he leans into her so deeply she can feel sparks skipping around inside her translucent chest. It feels so silly, and if there was any heat inside her body it would be pooling now in her delicate ruby face. “I suppose I don’t know.” She tells him, and she does take a step back just so she can tip her head to look up at the twinkling ball above them. She watches it for a long moment, unaware of how the glow of it must be leaving red fractures of broken light across the angles of her delicate face, like rivers of glowing ruby light. The star falls suddenly, spinning like a cyclone of light, and Flower is surprised to feel Warden draw her in close again. She watches him for just a second, studying the worry in his expression, this new guardedness as he all but glares the star into stillness again. It ignores him, bouncing off his nose before falling away into the sky above them again. “You know, I don’t think she appreciates your rejection.” Flower is smothering a smile, and there is a new gentleness in her eyes when he presses his pale cheek to her neck again. He snorts and she smiles again, nudging at his shoulder. “I admit I haven’t met very many stars, so I’m not all that familiar with the qualifications.” There is laughter in the warmth of her voice and in the gold of her shining eyes. “But I do think you might want to speak more softly or it seems likely you’ll get punched in the face again.” Her eyes are sparkling now, and they lift to the sky, the brilliant light of the ball above captured within her irises. “I think maybe stars are the essence of those we’ve lost. Maybe not alive anymore, and not like us. But of us.” Her voice is so soft when her gaze drops to his again. FLOWER i'm only steady on my knees RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - Warden - 01-03-2021 resurrect the saint within the wretch Nonsense it may be, but from her lips he can only find that he clings to each word like it is truth, allowing his heart to wrap around the idea of a sentient star coming down from the cosmos to waft between them, to orchestrate their meeting once again. It’s a hopeful feeling, one that he knows is fleeting and only felt so strongly within her presence, but a feeling he enjoys nonetheless. Warden @[flower] RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - flower - 01-04-2021 “Oh do you?” She asks, and there is a lightness and laughter in her voice, a flirtatiousness she makes no effort to hide from him. These feelings had come quietly to her, snuck up in his absence and grew like flowers in the space between her ribs. She hadn’t known it when they met on the beach, hadn’t understood the gravity of such moments or the space they would take in the rest of her life, but she knows it now. He is not someone she wants to try and survive losing. It is selfish though, because she is glass and she is fragile, not made to endure, and someday this love will outgrow her body. He will be alone with only the ghost of her, and the cracks in his chest will be shining and red and shaped like the flowers in her hair. So she will never ask him to love her singularly, though for her there will only ever be him. He’s so close, and the warmth of him mesmerizes her as he runs his lips over the paths of long fissures beneath the surface of her cheek. She has seen how light gets trapped inside those valleys, how they fill with trapped fire, and she understands his quiet captivation. “It looks like the magma rivers of home, doesn’t it.” She whispers, shifting so the hanging ball of light flashes against one side of her face again, illuminating every last imperfection. ”It makes me feel beautiful instead of broken.” She is not sad or bashful in the wake of her confession, and her voice is only ever soft and silvered with quiet starlight. It is nice to share these fragile pieces of herself with him because she knows he will keep them safe. “I don’t know.” She tells him, and even as his shifts close to fully embrace her at last, her golden eyes drift up to watch the star twinkling overhead. “Maybe she knew I needed to find you. Or that you needed me.” Her golden eyes fall like twin stars back down to his, and there is a note of question in those last five words when she whispers them. She doesn’t know for sure that he did need her, can only assume from the way his face changed when he saw her, the way his gentle lips claimed every curve of her face. And she wonders if it’s written in the fractures of her delicate face how much she missed him. “Was she right, do you think?” FLOWER i'm only steady on my knees @[The Monsters] hi can you mess with her opal hooves (we're pretending the eclipse happened while theyre in the dark forest and they just don't realize it yet) RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - Random Event - 01-04-2021 @[flower] your opal hooves have gone untouched... for now. (nothing happens) RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - Warden - 01-04-2021 I resurrect the saint within the wretch Warden likes that she feigns innocence for him and if he had been allowed a life without the weight of premonitions, the stallion’s eyes would have rolled sarcastically at her comment - because, of course, she is the only creature worthy of all his time and attention. Didn’t she know that? Warden @[flower] @[The Monsters] hi there, can you see what happens to warden's star companion? RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - Random Event - 01-05-2021 @[Warden] your starlight companion has mutated into intangibility. You're welcome. RE: i'd rather forget and not slow down; flower - flower - 01-25-2021 He calls her beautiful and in an instant the rest of the world falls away. There is no sky above them, no trees, no sound, no color. If the birds still sing then the songs fall on ears too deaf to hear them. There is certainly no ground beneath their feet either, because it feels like she is falling and he is the only thing that can catch her. And he does. With four simple words, he does. She imagines that if there were an ounce of blood in her body, it would be searing hot now. It would pool in her face until the skin was hot and pink and flushed so bright he might laugh kindly. For once, for maybe the first time ever, she is glad to be such an empty masquerade of life. His mouth touches her jawline, and she closes her eyes so fast it actually steals the breath right out of her lungs - an oddity that glass needs to breathe at all. Does she need to breathe at all? She opens her eyes again and is lost at once in the nearness of him. “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I think you might be mistaken.” She’s only teasing, trying so hard to find her feet again but it’s impossible when every word out of his mouth, every gentle touch against her cool skin unsteadies her. But he is stubborn in his affection, and when he speaks again she can feel the words force a stillness inside her that leaves her tongue-tied. She can merely watch him, merely listen as he speaks of her and them and his faith in the stars that would bring them together. There is a question on her lips, and she fights the urge to set it free, fights to keep it a secret until the timing is better, until she can be sure that none of this tension between them is imagined. “Warden?” She asks, her brow frozen beneath her forelock, her forelock whispering against the sweet flower petals growing there. But as soon as his name escapes her lips, she finds she cannot speak anymore. There is too heavy a weight on her chest, too much a burden, and she reminds herself that it is not fair to tell him that she thinks she might love him, not when that love belongs to someone so ephemerally made. So instead she finds new words, words as true as the ones she keeps hidden away inside her heart, and she whispers them in a kiss she presses to the warm corner of his mouth. “Can I stay here with you tonight?” FLOWER i'm only steady on my knees @[The Monsters] is it too soon to try messing with her opal hooves again? i'd like another 'different' slot instead of it just disappearing <3 @[Warden] |