[private] at the foot of this mountain i see only clouds; obscene

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I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

It wasn’t that he hadn’t looked for her. He had in the beginning. There had been plenty of nights when his worries began to close in on him and he had found himself no longer looking for storms but looking for her. Each time she evades him, all he finds are traces of the ghost he had come to know. A ghost that flew into storms, that sighed beneath the thunder of his embrace, a ghost that had stolen a small part of him that he hadn’t known existed. He knew that he would not find her if she didn’t want to be found and as the days grew longer, as the issues arising around the Pampas began to unfold, he found himself looking for her less. Between the traveling, the conflict of the East, the uncertainty regarding the two mares who had firmly rooted themselves inside of him, and a growing Pampas…. It wasn’t that she was any less important than those things but time seemed to slip through his fingers and hold him hostage from that place on the cliffs.

At times he wonders if she had only been a dream, a figment of overindulgence, and then he will catch her scent on the wind, a reminder that all of it had been real.

They were two ships constantly passing in the night. For months they merely glided past, always just narrowly missing each other. Until tonight when fate twisted its hand and let them collide once more. Star-crossed lovers that had always been doomed from the start and yet every cloud has a silver lining. Every storm eventually ends and in the aftermath is a rebirth. Here is where theirs begin. 

The night is dark and cold, unforgiving, when he finally finds a moment to himself and stands near the spot where they had once jumped. Fools, he had called them. One of the most honest assessments of himself he had ever had. He is scowling at the empty blackness of the sky, disappointed with the lack of moonlight, when he hears her voice. Instantly he knows that something is wrong as he turns and seeks her in the inky blackness, his red eyes catching a flash of her glowing tattoos. He can already smell the salt of her sweat (bringing back memories of the last time he had seen her) and he doesn’t hesitate to move closer to her as she emits a muffled noise.

“I’m here.” He confirms gruffly, not waiting for her consent as his muzzle finds her neck. She is trembling and he huffs in concern, a soft golden glow emitting from where he connects with her. There is no doubt that she is hurt in some way and for a moment he shows the signs of the leader he could be. The King behind the Prince. His muzzle glides down to her shoulder in a soothing motion as he tries to connect with whatever illness or injury that’s befallen her. He is lost in his self-loathing of not making it a point to find her sooner when he finds it.

He finds the source of her pain.

And he jerks his head back sharply as he stumbles slightly in his panic.

Aela had told him that autumn was a game of chance and he had guilty suspected that perhaps he would end up being punished for his wandering eye. When all remained quiet he had shaken the notion from his mind, living in blissful ignorance. As his crimson gaze darkens and his heart thunders in his chest (even the snake seems shaken and can’t get a foothold in this mess of feelings), he can’t help thinking yet again that maybe Cheri had always been right about him. As Revelrie groans and trembles, he can’t help but think that he is a monster after all. Look at what he had done. Look at what he had done to her.

He was no better than Offspring.
No better than either of his parents.

Despite the wild frenzy of his heart and the crushing weight of consequence, he reaches back out to her and lets his healing touch kiss her skin before delving beneath the surface. Trying to help ease some of her burden, of her pain. Pain that he had caused. It was one thing to slash at someone with words. But this… This had never been his intention. “I’m here.” He murmurs to her again, a grim determination hardening the features of his gilded face. He had jumped through a storm with her once, he would do so again. Except this time the storm is of his own making and there was no escaping it.

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