love is my religion. i could die for that.
He felt a strange heaviness in his bones ever since he woke from the quest.
He had failed, but he didn’t feel himself grow upset with the knowledge of it. He just acknowledges that he had made the wrong choice—taken the wrong path—but doesn’t necessarily agree with it. Sure, his path had resulted in his body being ripped apart, shredded, but it feels more dreamlike than reality. More of his mother’s fabrications and the nightmares don’t follow. Just the strange heaviness, his hooves now shining like his eyes, purple and crystalline, shimmering with the light that pulses around his body.
Regardless, Aegean doesn’t feel like staying home.
The quest had opened up a chasm of wild exploration in his breast, something that had already simmered there but took new life when the oxygen hit it. It drew him outside of the Cove, away from his home, the night already darkening the autumn evening. He found his way to the bridge, smiling serenely as he made his way across it, the shadows and the light melding into something ethereal and serene and perfect.
When he reaches the island and it stretches around him, he feels a strange fluttering in his chest. He breathes it in and continues forward, walking amongst the crowds and feeing them ebb and flow around him. The night has fallen but it is not dark on the island with the floating orbs of light that surround him, with the snow that is illuminated by it. It is one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen, even in the dreamlike world he so often traversed by his mother’s side, and he smiles, overjoyed with the moment.
He can only imagine the memories that he will make tonight.
Even if they are only things he looks at from the outside, a silent observer to the masses.
i could die for you.