05-24-2018, 08:53 PM
“Abysm?”
a whisper.
“ABYSM!”
a shout.
The champagne-and-cream colt is jarred from the dreamlands by the softness of her voice. Everything about her is soft though from the moment his eyes land on her. Pale fur that must be soft to the touch. Feathers soft and combed by the air.
Even her eyes are soft in their look and he cannot imagine her ever baring her teeth at someone. Not like how he has always imagined his mother or who she looks now. Kagerus has none of this mare’s softness about her.
Has she ever screamed?
Abysm can only wonder. He is a dream manipulator like his mother and his own dreams have been interrupted. She is the interruption, pale as moon and bone in his dark brooding dreamscape as he skulks in one of his teenage moods. Worse, he does not know her so how does she know him?
It makes him suspicious of course. His face is closed off. Shut right like a window that refuses to budge open even though his eyes are fever-bright from dreaming. It hangs like a wet ready residue in the corners of his eyes as he looks at her.
“How do you know who I am?” had he meant it to sound so accusatory? Probably not as his head ducks from a hot rush of shame and he stares pointedly at his hooves. Duh. She knows who he is because his mother has most likely blabbed about him coming to find her and continuing to lurk about Hyaline.
“Sorry,” he mumbles; still not quite able to look at her from beneath his petulant sulk.
@[Ilma] sorry he’s being a brat lol ❤️
i would do anything for love,
but i won’t do that