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[Vastra]

I never knew daylight could be so violent She hadn’t even realized she said the words out loud until someone replied to them. Her attention snaps immediately towards the sound of that voice, her nostril’s flaring and eyes widening as she takes a second to register the tone with which this black and gold creature had spoken to her. His voice had been… soft. There was no threat, all the edge in this patch of forest belongs to her and her alone. With a deep breath, she straightens herself up and forces herself to relax. Her initial instinct, of course, is still to snap at him verbally if she isn’t going to do it physically. It’s not really anger that causes her ears to flick backwards in annoyance, but embarrassment. She hates that someone heard those three, stupid little words. Hates how big the answer to his question really is, and yet how simply she can answer it. “Everything.” She spits the word out, full of venom but her eyes don’t focus on him when she says it, as though looking away will make the truth of that single word hurt any less. She’s not lashing out at him, but at herself. How did she become this stupid mare? This bitter wretch who snaps at everyone because she doesn't know who or what to trust. Because she's afraid that every new memory she makes will push those she's lost farther and farther away from her grip. A moment later, however, her dark blue eyes do focus on him. There’s an instinct she doesn’t understand that causes her to trust those with wings inherently over those without. She feels a kinship with them, as though they naturally speak another language that the horses bound to the earth can never understand. And it helps too, that this stallion’s mane looks as wild as hers – tangled and knotted. Her gaze softens, but only slightly. She hugs her wings close against her body, as though they can shield her from this sliver of vulnerability she’s allowing to slip out of her. Why not? She has nothing else to do. That edge is still in her voice but it’s touched with a sadness she cannot erase. “What would you do, if you woke up and didn’t know who or where you were?” VASTRA kastiel x nazaire, wanderer

@[harbinger]