03-14-2022, 09:34 PM
AUBERGINE
Her mind had once been a loud place, until she learned to lock them out.
Their thoughts used to infiltrate her own, a steady stream of fragments and pieces that she could never puzzle together because she was too busy trying to filter them back out. When they first began to squeeze their way through the cracks of her own barrier her instinct had been to retreat, to hole herself away into solitude, where they were no longer a threat.
But she was a stubborn thing, and not one fit for a life of isolation. When she had reinserted herself into society it had been with a renewed determination—a steely resolve to shut them and their thoughts out, once and for all.
The silence that followed had been a relief, like a sigh being released that took all the tension she hadn’t realized she was holding with it.
She let them keep their thoughts—she doubted any of them were interesting enough to listen to anyway.
When she finds herself in the ruins, she still relishes the quiet. There is something peaceful in knowing that she does not have to work to maintain it, since the area is largely deserted.
Deserted, that is, except for him.
Her sage-green eyes find the armored stallion amongst the ruins, with the eagle resting on a bone plate that juts out from his hip. There is something about him that she can’t quite place, a likeness, perhaps, that has her being drawn forward. She passes the peculiar rock formations with hardly a sideways glance, and if it were not for the faint glow that emanated from her she would have perhaps nearly blended in with the dimness of this place—her skin an inky black with dapples of steel gray, her green eyes the brightest thing about her.
“Care for some company?” she asks with her lips already curving into a faint smile, the question poised in such a way that implies she is not really giving him a choice.
Their thoughts used to infiltrate her own, a steady stream of fragments and pieces that she could never puzzle together because she was too busy trying to filter them back out. When they first began to squeeze their way through the cracks of her own barrier her instinct had been to retreat, to hole herself away into solitude, where they were no longer a threat.
But she was a stubborn thing, and not one fit for a life of isolation. When she had reinserted herself into society it had been with a renewed determination—a steely resolve to shut them and their thoughts out, once and for all.
The silence that followed had been a relief, like a sigh being released that took all the tension she hadn’t realized she was holding with it.
She let them keep their thoughts—she doubted any of them were interesting enough to listen to anyway.
When she finds herself in the ruins, she still relishes the quiet. There is something peaceful in knowing that she does not have to work to maintain it, since the area is largely deserted.
Deserted, that is, except for him.
Her sage-green eyes find the armored stallion amongst the ruins, with the eagle resting on a bone plate that juts out from his hip. There is something about him that she can’t quite place, a likeness, perhaps, that has her being drawn forward. She passes the peculiar rock formations with hardly a sideways glance, and if it were not for the faint glow that emanated from her she would have perhaps nearly blended in with the dimness of this place—her skin an inky black with dapples of steel gray, her green eyes the brightest thing about her.
“Care for some company?” she asks with her lips already curving into a faint smile, the question poised in such a way that implies she is not really giving him a choice.
@Reave