Sea Salt & Sugar // Abysm

[abysm]

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

His expectation had been for something, not necessarily someone. 

But she is just the kind of distraction that he’ll welcome at the moment. Anything to keep his mind from dipping into the abyss from whence he came. 

(he’s almost certain that when he passes from this flesh, he’ll return to that prison of nothing and shadow. though shadows are something...)

Abysm has not yet been totally soured on the sweeter things of life. And she is certainly a sweetheart to look on with her navy-blue and cloud-pale fur. It’s the first time he’s found himself unable to look away from a face that was not family or some friend thereof. 

(which reminds him that he himself is friendless)

She’s the first filly he’s talked to. Mates always talk to him. Mostly they just compare him to his mother and mentioned how strong of a resemblance he bore to her. As if there was none of his father in him besides the champagne on his skin and the decidedly male shape of him. 

He marvels at how easily she falls into stride with him as they tackle the snow-mounds together. It’s even easier to smile back at her. Both her voice and her grin put some kind of teenage spell on him and he likes the way her own name rolls freely off her tongue. “Abysm,” he answers her with a hit of his chin. 

“No. I’m from Hyaline, I guess. Though my father and I used to roam far and wide from the river to the meadow and back again.” all of a sudden he shuts up, surprised at himself for revealing so much upfront. That wasn’t his style. Not that he really knew considering he only ever spoke with those that assumed they knew him. He found it refreshing to be so casually honest with a complete (cute!) stranger.

He’s about to ask her where she lives but this weird silence stills his tongue from flapping behind his teeth. Luckily she seizes that silence by the tail and sends it running for the snowy cold hills. His ears prick at the secret she divulges - no, entrusts him with as if they hadn’t just met but had known each other forever. 

Abysm halts to look her square in the face. “You saw her future?” there is awe in his voice and that boyish grin breaking across his mouth akin to how dawn breaks across the sky - wild and loose and beautiful. Or handsome in his case. 

“That is so cool! Do you think you can do it again?” already his mind is churning with the possibilities.

ABYSM

@[Sibyl] ❤️