12-31-2020, 04:24 PM
And when all the lights are broken, You keep the fire going
Time, she said. Time was what Borderline needed, and so Time was what Yanhua gave her. For Memorie though, there was little time between childhood and adulthood, and Yanhua had kept close purely because he couldn’t stand to be away. That led to his reconnection with the young filly and eventually it led to her joining her siblings for play or study when Yanhua or Amarine was available to provide it. However, every evening Memorie returned to her mother’s side and left Yanhua looking after her from afar was a routine that gave Yan anxiety. Sure, Borderline needed time… but how much of it was she gathering?
How long until he could see her again? How long until they could be together like a family ought to be?
Luckily for him, it wasn’t too long of a wait. First Amarine, then Lilliana had given word of Borderline to their respective mate and son, knowledge that Yan had used to gauge his possible reception if he was intending to meet up with the mother-daughter duo again. Eventually, the word that got around to him seemed so positive that he was willing to take a chance and head off into the woods in search of them both, Borderline and Memorie, so that the trio could try and navigate rocky waters again.
He would keep trying, regardless. He’d promised Borderline that, and promised Memorie that he would always be there for her no matter what. There was only one surefire way to prove that, and it meant being present even in situations that might founder awkwardly under tension. So he picked up a bounding trot and took off into the heavily-fogged woods in search of them one late autumn day, and came across their scent at exactly the place Memorie told him they often visited.
His clever daughter was first to uncover him, but Yanhua wasn’t trying to be hidden - just discreet. He’d rather not upset Borderline if he could help it, and Memorie seemed just as nervous at the prospect, but to their equal surprise his unscheduled appearance was met with… joy.
“Hello little love.” He greeted Memorie first, lowering his nose to brush his whiskers against her cheek. When he did, it was obvious that something about him had changed. Over the course of the last month or so, strange appendages made of light had sprouted up between his shoulders and were just now beginning to take the loose shape of wings. They were golden, like his hair and the strange tattoo over his chest, but they were lightweight and translucent. “Hello Borderline.” His head rose again, obscuring the wings from sight.
For her, he had a tentative and hopeful smile.
“You look…” He paused, his tongue hovering over the words beautiful, lovely, enchanting, before settling on, “Peaceful.”
And she did; Borderline looked serene and happy here, which gave Yan reason to believe that things might just be alright.
How long until he could see her again? How long until they could be together like a family ought to be?
Luckily for him, it wasn’t too long of a wait. First Amarine, then Lilliana had given word of Borderline to their respective mate and son, knowledge that Yan had used to gauge his possible reception if he was intending to meet up with the mother-daughter duo again. Eventually, the word that got around to him seemed so positive that he was willing to take a chance and head off into the woods in search of them both, Borderline and Memorie, so that the trio could try and navigate rocky waters again.
He would keep trying, regardless. He’d promised Borderline that, and promised Memorie that he would always be there for her no matter what. There was only one surefire way to prove that, and it meant being present even in situations that might founder awkwardly under tension. So he picked up a bounding trot and took off into the heavily-fogged woods in search of them one late autumn day, and came across their scent at exactly the place Memorie told him they often visited.
His clever daughter was first to uncover him, but Yanhua wasn’t trying to be hidden - just discreet. He’d rather not upset Borderline if he could help it, and Memorie seemed just as nervous at the prospect, but to their equal surprise his unscheduled appearance was met with… joy.
“Hello little love.” He greeted Memorie first, lowering his nose to brush his whiskers against her cheek. When he did, it was obvious that something about him had changed. Over the course of the last month or so, strange appendages made of light had sprouted up between his shoulders and were just now beginning to take the loose shape of wings. They were golden, like his hair and the strange tattoo over his chest, but they were lightweight and translucent. “Hello Borderline.” His head rose again, obscuring the wings from sight.
For her, he had a tentative and hopeful smile.
“You look…” He paused, his tongue hovering over the words beautiful, lovely, enchanting, before settling on, “Peaceful.”
And she did; Borderline looked serene and happy here, which gave Yan reason to believe that things might just be alright.
And when all the nights feel like they're closing, You're leaving an opening
@[Borderline] Sorry I didn't see this post at first!!