08-09-2021, 05:43 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
After all this time Obscene could still surprise her. His mention of her being like Aela amused the pegasus with green wings, so much so that Cheri didn’t even try to bite back the sarcastic laugh that followed such a ridiculous phrase. If Aela were here, she might have actually laughed along with her. She wouldn’t know - Obscene seemed to, and maybe that’s what really irritated her. She shifted, the chime of stones tinkling together accompanying every step of her hooves, and thought of a concise answer to his question.
Why would she trust him? The answer (though she knew it, had literally thought of it a minute ago) wasn’t as clear as he’d like it to be... Which made things difficult. Cheri couldn’t exactly say, “Well, because you told me to.” That would take far too much time and would probably leave Obscene as frustrated as he’d ever been with her.
Luckily, fate intervened and gave her an excuse to say nothing. Obscene’s glowing orb of light trickled down his nose like a dancing star, oddly bright for the middle of day and catching Cheri’s attention. She heard nothing, but apparently Obscene had. He answered the ball cordially, calling it “my light.” His light? Cheri kept her expression unbothered, mostly curious.
Whoever his ‘light’ was, they must’ve said something to redirect Obscene. His pause didn’t go unnoticed, or the way that he glanced down at himself before looking up to pose a similar, yet cleverly pointed question. Cheri’s face smoothed out into mild surprise, happy that whoever was in that little ball of energy between his ears seemed to be a consultant and not an informant. She was still slightly bothered at the fact of it being able to hear them both, while her involvement seemed muted. She sighed deeply, collecting herself. That was Beqanna for you: always tipping the scales.
“The thing is... I don’t hate you, Obscene.” Cheri admitted with an airy, feminine sigh. Even despondency suited her; She looked equal parts striking and regal, as if her seriousness was painted over her features instead of felt. The amount of desire and hope she harbored made the latter impossible. Cheri simply couldn’t be sad - she refused it. Not with Obscene so near to her, not while they were slowly building a moment together. Her gut felt pleasantly warm at the thought.
She kept her eyes strictly on the others, in case their wildfyre green betrayed her thoughts. “Maybe once upon a time I did, but I’ve come to see that I hated a version of you - something of my own creation. When in reality you were… good. Damn good.” Cheri smirked, flicking her ears back petulantly. “You came into my home and spit at my hooves, remember?” She laughed, not in the least bitter for a hard lesson learned.
Yea, it sucked. She’d probably never let him live that down. “But I would be history’s biggest, silliest, most narcissistic fool to think that keeping someone like you, a stallion who defies the norm and does what he wants, on my bad side.” Cheri detailed. All this time and she’d never forgotten their first meeting, where she’d been so insufferable and confused. Obscene had a gift for exploiting weaknesses. She knew that better than anyone else. If she was planning on being greater than the sum of all her predecessors, then Cheri would have to learn to redirect that gift somewhere else… before it was the death of her.
Why would she trust him? The answer (though she knew it, had literally thought of it a minute ago) wasn’t as clear as he’d like it to be... Which made things difficult. Cheri couldn’t exactly say, “Well, because you told me to.” That would take far too much time and would probably leave Obscene as frustrated as he’d ever been with her.
Luckily, fate intervened and gave her an excuse to say nothing. Obscene’s glowing orb of light trickled down his nose like a dancing star, oddly bright for the middle of day and catching Cheri’s attention. She heard nothing, but apparently Obscene had. He answered the ball cordially, calling it “my light.” His light? Cheri kept her expression unbothered, mostly curious.
Whoever his ‘light’ was, they must’ve said something to redirect Obscene. His pause didn’t go unnoticed, or the way that he glanced down at himself before looking up to pose a similar, yet cleverly pointed question. Cheri’s face smoothed out into mild surprise, happy that whoever was in that little ball of energy between his ears seemed to be a consultant and not an informant. She was still slightly bothered at the fact of it being able to hear them both, while her involvement seemed muted. She sighed deeply, collecting herself. That was Beqanna for you: always tipping the scales.
“The thing is... I don’t hate you, Obscene.” Cheri admitted with an airy, feminine sigh. Even despondency suited her; She looked equal parts striking and regal, as if her seriousness was painted over her features instead of felt. The amount of desire and hope she harbored made the latter impossible. Cheri simply couldn’t be sad - she refused it. Not with Obscene so near to her, not while they were slowly building a moment together. Her gut felt pleasantly warm at the thought.
She kept her eyes strictly on the others, in case their wildfyre green betrayed her thoughts. “Maybe once upon a time I did, but I’ve come to see that I hated a version of you - something of my own creation. When in reality you were… good. Damn good.” Cheri smirked, flicking her ears back petulantly. “You came into my home and spit at my hooves, remember?” She laughed, not in the least bitter for a hard lesson learned.
Yea, it sucked. She’d probably never let him live that down. “But I would be history’s biggest, silliest, most narcissistic fool to think that keeping someone like you, a stallion who defies the norm and does what he wants, on my bad side.” Cheri detailed. All this time and she’d never forgotten their first meeting, where she’d been so insufferable and confused. Obscene had a gift for exploiting weaknesses. She knew that better than anyone else. If she was planning on being greater than the sum of all her predecessors, then Cheri would have to learn to redirect that gift somewhere else… before it was the death of her.
@Obscene