06-08-2021, 08:31 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
The universe dictates equal compensation for equal reward. You cannot truly appreciate the beauty of freedom until you suffer, you cannot appreciate the light unless you’re forced into the dark, and you cannot fully understand love until you’ve known its counterpart hate. A give and take, push and pull, yin and yang: there are always two versions of yourself reflected back in a mirror gaze. One is how you perceive yourself and the other is how you are perceived. You can take a middle ground (for that is life and the beauty of it, free will) but even in choosing nothing you’ve made a choice.
What choice do two young lovers make, then?
What does the universe see reflected in that moment? Perhaps it saw equality: they both gave and took from one another, a pure transfer of energy. To them it felt differently at first, but to Cheri it was all the same in the end. Targaryen had swept her off her feet quite literally, showing her the sky and all its freedom there before he took her young heart. Now, he had her innocence as well.
It seemed only fitting, given everything they’d been through. The mare with crystals adorning her skin had no regrets afterwards, either. Only the firm comfort of knowing that she’d done the right thing that day in the Pampas by leaving - else Obscene would’ve had what Targaryen now owned. She thinks, as she bathes herself in the afterglow, that he would’ve tarnished that too. Made it as black and dirty as his pelt, riddled with inconsistent marks of gold that hid much worse intentions. He would’ve never cherished it the way that Targaryen seems to worship her.
Cheri smiles at his touch now - the gentle, unspoken way he worries over her when she’s always been the one to piece him back together again. “I’m fine.” She soothed him now, reaching across the steaming pool to press a confident kiss into the corner of his handsome mouth. In truth she was; a part of herself understood that something was strange, though. Different. It wasn’t a pain she could fix, more of a ‘confusion’ that kept repeating itself over and over in her pretty head: “That was all?”
That was what every horse got starry-eyed over? That was what her father feared and her mother tried to prepare her for? A … moment?
And something that was supposed to have been beautiful and mythical - it was, she told herself - suddenly became a harsh realism. Targaryen had mated with her. They were lovers now. It felt strange … “But I didn’t dislike it.” She thought, blinking softly. “I didn’t dislike it.”
In fact, she was curious to try again. However, one look at her paramour stopped the thought dead in its tracks. He was adorably attentive, which drove Cheri to step nearer to him and rest her angled head into the curl of his shoulder. “That was different.” She could only laugh, a bit shy now. “But good. Will you stay with me for a little while, here in Loess?” Cheri breathed into the dampness of his skin.
What choice do two young lovers make, then?
What does the universe see reflected in that moment? Perhaps it saw equality: they both gave and took from one another, a pure transfer of energy. To them it felt differently at first, but to Cheri it was all the same in the end. Targaryen had swept her off her feet quite literally, showing her the sky and all its freedom there before he took her young heart. Now, he had her innocence as well.
It seemed only fitting, given everything they’d been through. The mare with crystals adorning her skin had no regrets afterwards, either. Only the firm comfort of knowing that she’d done the right thing that day in the Pampas by leaving - else Obscene would’ve had what Targaryen now owned. She thinks, as she bathes herself in the afterglow, that he would’ve tarnished that too. Made it as black and dirty as his pelt, riddled with inconsistent marks of gold that hid much worse intentions. He would’ve never cherished it the way that Targaryen seems to worship her.
Cheri smiles at his touch now - the gentle, unspoken way he worries over her when she’s always been the one to piece him back together again. “I’m fine.” She soothed him now, reaching across the steaming pool to press a confident kiss into the corner of his handsome mouth. In truth she was; a part of herself understood that something was strange, though. Different. It wasn’t a pain she could fix, more of a ‘confusion’ that kept repeating itself over and over in her pretty head: “That was all?”
That was what every horse got starry-eyed over? That was what her father feared and her mother tried to prepare her for? A … moment?
And something that was supposed to have been beautiful and mythical - it was, she told herself - suddenly became a harsh realism. Targaryen had mated with her. They were lovers now. It felt strange … “But I didn’t dislike it.” She thought, blinking softly. “I didn’t dislike it.”
In fact, she was curious to try again. However, one look at her paramour stopped the thought dead in its tracks. He was adorably attentive, which drove Cheri to step nearer to him and rest her angled head into the curl of his shoulder. “That was different.” She could only laugh, a bit shy now. “But good. Will you stay with me for a little while, here in Loess?” Cheri breathed into the dampness of his skin.
@[Targaryen]