[private] I'll show you the road to follow

[Famkee]

Not much slipped past the warriors mind, perhaps she was a bit to intuitive, a bit too observant. More often than not, her suspicions got her in trouble. She’d never been one to poke her nose into business she had no right to pry in, nor would she try. At least out loud. 

A tinge of remorse clouds her face at the speed he awakens, as though he actually had been struck with a tidal wave. She takes the opportunity to slide back a few steps, as he’s greatly unaware that it’s her at first and on the defensive. Rightfully so, still, the sheepish expression returns to her, mixing with visible guilt. Her face falls though, at the brief disappointment unveiling behind his disorientated revival. Already being overly sensitive to emotions, yet avoiding her own like the plague, it’s moments like these she begins to understand her gift. As quickly as he’d been startled awake, she is sent spiraling into another unprovoked vision, completely blinding and robbing her of anything sentient. It wasn’t just the future that invaded her, but the energy penetrated so deep she could feel him, see what afflicted his thoughts, and more importantly what ran the deepest; who. Almost a premonition type of telepathy, not exactly a mind reader, yet she’s thrown headfirst into his soul like she’s watching from the corner, a silent wraith subject to absorb every inch. She’s not used to feeling this much, even if it’s through the eyes of another, god damn it hurts. 

Coming to was just as difficult, seeing as she hadn’t the chance to get aquatinted just yet, though she wasn’t sure she could ever get used to this. The coppery taste of her own blood trickling down her nose gives her a savory circumstance to return to reality. A reality she wanted to hide from, not sure how she could explain it to him, or why she was thrown into his vibration. It’s borderline invasive, and if she were to tell him, as kind as he appeared to be, she wasn’t positive just how he would respond to such potent intrusions. Love. The massacrer of all it touched. Famkee was a stranger to her, never experiencing the barb-wired tendrils it harnessed. An all consuming pit of lies, she thinks. And it proves itself in many ways, just like today. He was in love. She remembers asking him if he’d ever been in love, although this one that enraptures his heart is of a different breed, not like the previous mare he had confessed about. 

His voice carries her soundly back to the present, and what a present it was, she’s grasping on to her name coming from his mouth like a tether, yanking her back. Only this time when she sees his face, it’s more pleasant, like he’s happy to see her. She wants to be happy for him, dump all her grace into his newfound affections, but the pain is still there, lingering in the background like a dark cloud waiting to unload it’s truth. Perhaps it’s not even his pain she feels, maybe it’s her own, bleeding it’s sticky liquid into her individual traumas that she desperately ran from. Love. A foreign concept, one she didn't want to explore, yet felt so deeply through his eyes for another. Beauty is pain, pain is beauty. She doesn’t know just how long she’d been cast away from the moment, or how positively crazy she might have seemed, still she sported a smile for him, pressing through. 

“Ah, yes.” She pauses, recalling his greeting nearly forgotten. “I’m sorry, I,” She clears her throat, shuffling the weight of her body between trembling legs. “How are you these days?” A mundane question, paired with a shifting gaze, unsure of where to place her eyes. How could she possibly begin to explain. The word vomit barrels up her throat, begging to be released. She can’t. She won’t. It’s none of her business, yet it was shown to her, for a reason she does not know or begin to understand.

“Ive asked you this once before, but this time it feels different,” She regrets it as soon as it encompasses, wishing she could swallow up the words again. Yet, she continues, so curious to something she’d never felt, something she never would. “Who is she? The one that consumes you so.” Her ears want to flatten at her boldness, long ebony tail uncomfortably swishing at her hind legs. She wants him to understand her, as best as she could, searching for the right words if there was any. After all he’s not obligated to comprehend her, and unfortunately Famkee was never a master with words. Still, she tries her best to soothe the unfolding, he deserved it. It would be a massive relief off her shoulders, if someone could understand. Maybe, just maybe. “Im not one to pry, but not only is it evident on your face, I was shown it. My visions are..intrusive. I try to control them, yet the more I try, the more they devour.” She can’t hold his gaze, preferring to peer at the river at her own reflection, though it’s not much of an easier sight. “As soon as you awoke, I felt.. everything.” She doesn’t want to, despises it. As she grew, running from her problems only got her so far. Her legs wanted to give out, she couldn’t run anymore. Stubbornness ate at her, so strong in fact, smothering her feelings just enough to trudge onwards. “You don’t have to say anything.” Hopefully her sympathy rings true, maybe an escape. If she had the power to dissipate into thin air, a useful talent in this instant, she might appreciate the use of it. The rare timidness shows dutifully on her face, managing to return to his eyes with tangible regret. She wants to apologize, but even that doesn’t feel right. Nothing does anymore, if it ever did.

Split your tongue;eat your words

Famkee

@assailant