10-18-2017, 08:58 PM
Atrani
Oh, silly girl, who would want to see you?
Who would lay claim that they know you? That they remember you?
She hears his footsteps looming, his hooves scratching their way through the fallen leaves. Her senses, so acute to compensate for her missing eyes, recoil at the noise. A step is withdrawn, a breath exhaled. No one would be coming to her – not anymore – because she has no friends and no family anymore. Discarded, forgotten.
Once, she was surrounded by familiarity, but she destroyed every life that cared for her at some point in time. Mother perceived herself cursed upon seeing her eyeless newborn. She bid Atrani and father farewell for a short time, claiming she will join them later, but the child never saw her mother again. Dovev? Oh, father. He cared for his precious monster, but he also cared for women outside of his intimacy with mother. Atrani, aware of her actions, plead innocence as she destroyed his love for her. She hasn’t seen him since either. Rhonen, a fleeting memory but the only fond one she has in her dismal life.
Yes, a memory. That’s all he is now, so why is he here when she breathes in? Why is it that suddenly her nostrils are flooded with his scent for the first time in months, years?
A shiver crawls down the length of her spine but she turns her head nonetheless in the direction she smells him, then hears him. She recognizes the softness of his voice and she wants to smile at him, but something holds her back. This is a mirage, no? Her imagination running rampant with dehydration, she tells herself, but then he is speaking something other than her own name (and even hearing that is foreign to her ears now).
Breathe, child, breathe.
Emotion chokes her; it’s the first time her heart has leapt in excitement. Although afraid this will end quickly, Atrani inches toward him with her muzzle extended. At first, only an empty space to solidify her fears, but then there is skin and hair and warmth. ”Rhonen,” she whispers his name then repeats it louder, savoring how it tingles the edges of her tongue despite how raspy her voice is from neglect. Another step pushes her even closer to him so that she may press her cheek into the groove between his shoulder and neck. ”I missed you,” she admits, hiding her smile.
Who would lay claim that they know you? That they remember you?
She hears his footsteps looming, his hooves scratching their way through the fallen leaves. Her senses, so acute to compensate for her missing eyes, recoil at the noise. A step is withdrawn, a breath exhaled. No one would be coming to her – not anymore – because she has no friends and no family anymore. Discarded, forgotten.
Once, she was surrounded by familiarity, but she destroyed every life that cared for her at some point in time. Mother perceived herself cursed upon seeing her eyeless newborn. She bid Atrani and father farewell for a short time, claiming she will join them later, but the child never saw her mother again. Dovev? Oh, father. He cared for his precious monster, but he also cared for women outside of his intimacy with mother. Atrani, aware of her actions, plead innocence as she destroyed his love for her. She hasn’t seen him since either. Rhonen, a fleeting memory but the only fond one she has in her dismal life.
Yes, a memory. That’s all he is now, so why is he here when she breathes in? Why is it that suddenly her nostrils are flooded with his scent for the first time in months, years?
A shiver crawls down the length of her spine but she turns her head nonetheless in the direction she smells him, then hears him. She recognizes the softness of his voice and she wants to smile at him, but something holds her back. This is a mirage, no? Her imagination running rampant with dehydration, she tells herself, but then he is speaking something other than her own name (and even hearing that is foreign to her ears now).
Breathe, child, breathe.
Emotion chokes her; it’s the first time her heart has leapt in excitement. Although afraid this will end quickly, Atrani inches toward him with her muzzle extended. At first, only an empty space to solidify her fears, but then there is skin and hair and warmth. ”Rhonen,” she whispers his name then repeats it louder, savoring how it tingles the edges of her tongue despite how raspy her voice is from neglect. Another step pushes her even closer to him so that she may press her cheek into the groove between his shoulder and neck. ”I missed you,” she admits, hiding her smile.
dove into her eyes and starved all the fears
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