Solace
The crumpled form of the auburn and cream mare heads Solace's words, allowing herself to be guided below the arching willow boughs. The air is dense in their shelter, made even moreso when Kagerus seems to return to life. Their bodies are pressing together again, both tear-stained and disheveled but neith seems to care. Solaces breath is shallow as her pulse rises to match that of her companions as she begins to speak.
With her words, Kagerus takes control in a situation where Solace should be her comforter. The world around them shifts as Solace is taken by sleep. Something which had always been difficult for her coms easily now - too easily. She is dragged under, and she resists, but only for a moment -only until she hears her name softly leaving Kagerus' lips. Then she follows, allowing herself to slip below the wave.
She can trust Kagerus.
Solace wakes, standing in the room Kagerus has created, beside the bed where the girl who is Kagerus lays. Her pale body is rigged in the cold damp, and her golden hair falls in lake-wet tendrils over her shoulders and across her breasts. The scars Castile had given her have followed her to this world, she can feel them without even looking.
She blinks once, but she does not look around, her blue eyes are focused on the strange creature before her - the woman. A quiet confusion can be seen in her features, but that was nothing new to her when she was with Kagerus. Surprisingly at home in her new body, Solace softly pads across the cool wood floor until her thighs are pressed against the linens. A hand is outstretched to her and all at once she finds the soft comfort of the mattress. As she draws her knees in front of her to sit on her heels, she stretches out her own lithe fingers towards her companion. Her heart aches as their hands touch in a way which is impossible in the real world, but Kagerus is here, wherever here is, and this is real enough.
She wants to apologize - for losing her first battle, for not being strong enough, for letting go of her duties so completely in her disappointment and hurt.
That she was so weak as to let her experience with Castile distract her from everything that mattered.
For not asking where Kagerus' child was - because she didn't know what to say when she was told the answer.
But instead, she says "I'm here," as her hips sink to one side, and she draws the hand that rests in her own to her lips. She places a kiss to the palm before tilting her cheek into the hand, feeling the soft touch so unlike Castile's charged and heaving, blood-drawing grasp.
Her hooded eyes lift again, searching the ageless face of her friend with more clairity than she had felt in weeks. "Show me why you brought us here."
caretaker of hyaline
@[Kagerus] sorry for the wait D:
trying to break this funk
