05-17-2018, 04:25 PM
kagerus
as dreams are to the sleeper, so am I to you
He doesn't answer me, nor does he reveal to me his face. The rest of him has slowly come into perspective, solidifying into a black horse, Fresian and scarred in places. I long to speak more, to press an answer from him with gentle, soft hands. But I can tell that his mind is drifting, and I do not interrupt, accepting my role as spectator during this strange, unexpected interaction.
As his legs move him into the bed of flowers mindlessly, I take the opportunity to dissolve into a transparent mist. A moment of horror fills me as I remember the last time I'd taken this form to watch from all angles as another's memories played out - but it hadn't been this form that'd allowed the demon Oblivion into this world. It had been him, and his power over me. Reassuring myself of this, I allow my eyeless nature to understand all that happens around Hephaestus, silencing any internal thoughts I might have.
A mother gives birth, not unusually, not the way I had. My stomach twangs with a furious envy at the in depth sight of this mare in the throes of labor, and for a moment, the transparency of my shape turns a blood red. But I force myself to control these bitter emotions, throwing the thought of my own son away as guilt rushes in to consume my thoughts like a typhoon would an island. I threw away my child just as much as I know this mare will hers; and knowing that, and being the one allowing Hephaestus to have these memories... I need to be sick.
There's a stallion - he does not like the way that his son looks. With a suddenness that I'd never expect, he rears up and aims to kill, hooves pointed towards the helpless bag of mismatched flesh as if somehow it'd been his fault. My figure shifts and shatters as horror pervades me, thoughts of myself long forgotten as the scene plays out.
In a snap, I change everything - and a moment later, we are awake, side by side, breathless and crying and pathetic.
My eyes blink open, and before me stands a whole stallion, without deformation or scars. He is handsome - no, beautiful - and I cannot help but to impulsively press myself to his massive, comforting side. I'm shaking with tears, even though it should be him. But I cannot help but to see the parallels - and in an instant, I know that I must change my ways before it is too late to reclaim my son, as his parents failed to reclaim him.
"This is how I see you," I choke messily into the thick of his winter fur. "Even when my magic fades - this is how I see you." I do not explain, knowing that he will catch sight of his reflection without my prompting. "What they did, Hephaestus - what they did does not dictate who you are now. You are allowed to move past their transgressions. There is no one to tell you otherwise."
Pressing my lips to the underside of his jaw with a strong squeeze of my eyes to clear them of tears, I breathe in his scent a last time before stepping away. "Please, come see me in Hyaline. My wife and I - Solace and I - we as Caretakers of that land want more than anything to help you heal. It is what Hyaline does best - and you deserve to heal, my friend." My nutmeg eyes shimmer passionately into his, and I inhale as if to say more - but instead, I turn away, leaving him to admire my handiwork, and to mull over all that I've said to his fractured mind.
As his legs move him into the bed of flowers mindlessly, I take the opportunity to dissolve into a transparent mist. A moment of horror fills me as I remember the last time I'd taken this form to watch from all angles as another's memories played out - but it hadn't been this form that'd allowed the demon Oblivion into this world. It had been him, and his power over me. Reassuring myself of this, I allow my eyeless nature to understand all that happens around Hephaestus, silencing any internal thoughts I might have.
A mother gives birth, not unusually, not the way I had. My stomach twangs with a furious envy at the in depth sight of this mare in the throes of labor, and for a moment, the transparency of my shape turns a blood red. But I force myself to control these bitter emotions, throwing the thought of my own son away as guilt rushes in to consume my thoughts like a typhoon would an island. I threw away my child just as much as I know this mare will hers; and knowing that, and being the one allowing Hephaestus to have these memories... I need to be sick.
There's a stallion - he does not like the way that his son looks. With a suddenness that I'd never expect, he rears up and aims to kill, hooves pointed towards the helpless bag of mismatched flesh as if somehow it'd been his fault. My figure shifts and shatters as horror pervades me, thoughts of myself long forgotten as the scene plays out.
In a snap, I change everything - and a moment later, we are awake, side by side, breathless and crying and pathetic.
My eyes blink open, and before me stands a whole stallion, without deformation or scars. He is handsome - no, beautiful - and I cannot help but to impulsively press myself to his massive, comforting side. I'm shaking with tears, even though it should be him. But I cannot help but to see the parallels - and in an instant, I know that I must change my ways before it is too late to reclaim my son, as his parents failed to reclaim him.
"This is how I see you," I choke messily into the thick of his winter fur. "Even when my magic fades - this is how I see you." I do not explain, knowing that he will catch sight of his reflection without my prompting. "What they did, Hephaestus - what they did does not dictate who you are now. You are allowed to move past their transgressions. There is no one to tell you otherwise."
Pressing my lips to the underside of his jaw with a strong squeeze of my eyes to clear them of tears, I breathe in his scent a last time before stepping away. "Please, come see me in Hyaline. My wife and I - Solace and I - we as Caretakers of that land want more than anything to help you heal. It is what Hyaline does best - and you deserve to heal, my friend." My nutmeg eyes shimmer passionately into his, and I inhale as if to say more - but instead, I turn away, leaving him to admire my handiwork, and to mull over all that I've said to his fractured mind.
@[Hephaestus] Hope you don't mind that I wrapped this up, I had tons of fun and I think that this was exactly the character development you were going for. <3
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