silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. It was confusing. It was all so damn confusing but that is what happens in their situation. The lines blur and disintegrate but Mari comes back to earth with a verbal smack. She was attempting to buy herself some time, to spare herself from the embarrassment of what had just happened but Nevi, precious Nevi, reinforces his comfort and understanding and all Maribel can do is give him a little crooked smile. She realizes that she must step away from the sooty black male. Perhaps time away from the lot was best. Mari would never leave the Tundra for her loyalty to the massive stallion that was her father ran to her core. Nevi compliments her cheap trick of color change though she knows her is smarter than that. He sees her feeble attempts to push away the recent motions on her behalf. A low sigh falls through parted lips and she tilts her head slightly, the crooked smile blooming and adjusting to a fuller one. She is not sure how to part from him. Neverwas. The sweet colt having grown to the stallion before her. They were thick as thieves from the day Offspring had brought him home. Maribel could not wait to show him her secret spots, make him laugh by changing her coat to match their father's and impersonating him when he gave orders (all in good fun and play of course) but now the cracks had begun to show in the porcelain of their family. Mari saw it. She knew Nevi saw it too. Mom and dad with their distant passing and weak words. It burdened the honey girl but she mustn't show it again. Not to Nevi or Lee or at all. She would tuck it down, buried in the depths of her soul. She smiles at him. The edges twitching to maintain the upward curve before she is shifting away as though something was pressing for her attention before she looks over a shoulder to the dark eyes of Neverwas. "Be good, Nevi." Truthfully it's all she can say before looking outward towards the center of their home. There had been some loss in the very moments of time that trickled like sand in an hourglass, each foot fall of the golden girl was more blessed distance between them. Finally she will allow herself to breath when she can no longer smell him on her skin and when the sharp cut of chilled autumn air burned her lungs and purged her mind. M A R I B E  L

((wanted to tie this up :/ mari is just withdrawing from everything. idk))