08-19-2019, 03:07 AM
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She was terrible at showing it, and always has been. From the moment they had met she had been vicious with the control she knew she had over him, even if she hadn’t consciously been doing it. He had been like anyone else in the beginning; and she had been careless, as she always was. She had left, over and over, and she hurt him, over and over.
And it wasn’t until she realized one day, with such startling clarity, that he never left <i>her</i>, that her view began to change. He was always there when she came back. Always waiting, always hopeful, and never angry with her. And that was when her heart first began to beat. That was when her guard began to drop, and like the tide he slowly crept in; so subtle that she never noticed, until she was drowning in him.
But the universe saw it fit to give her a taste of her own medicine, and the tides changed. Their hearts, though fiercely intertwined, couldn’t seem to stop warring against each other. Every time she thought they had reached an armistice, one of them raised their weapons again, and now they were left with the aftermath. Broken and damaged, bleeding and breathless, until, finally, he disappeared.
She wanted to be angry at him. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to tell him this was <i>exactly</i> what she had known he would do, and this was why he deserved every blow she delivered. And she <i>had</i> been angry, at first. The first few nights spent alone she had been livid, pacing and restless. Had he not promised her that what he wanted was to wake up with her every day? She turned that thought over in her mind – over and over and over again – until the anger slowly melted into sorrow. There was no one there to see the way the tears fell, and even though every part of her was screaming to just go to Loess and find him, her hard-headed pride wouldn’t let her.
When she finally seeks out Malone, when she finally discovers the truth – that Ophanim was <i>gone</i> and none of the children knew where he had went, that is when the panic sets in.
It starts as just a small bubble in her chest, but the image in Malone’s mind – of Ophie flying in the direction of the mountain – is enough to transform the small bubble into a fully enveloping thing that chokes all the air from her lungs.
The last time she fled Loess like this, it was to meet him in Tephra during the war. The last time she felt as though she was racing against some imaginary clock she had arrived just in time to shatter the dragon before it could deliver its killing blow, but she isn’t so sure she has what it takes to save him – them – this time.
She has climbed this mountain before, but not quite like this. Rocks and dirt fling and cascade down the mountainside in the wake of her scrambled, rapid climbing, and by the time she reaches the peak her dark gray skin is nearly black with sweat, the star-dapples glowing and her cobalt blue eyes locking with his familiar face. She is startled at first to see his old coloring, and for a moment she can only stand there, breathless and gasping, her heart clenching and writhing in her chest.<i> “Ophie,”</i> she whispers his name, with such an ache that she is afraid just saying it will split her open.<i> “Ophie,”</i> she says it louder this time, closing the space between them, and she is trembling with the restraint that it takes to not curl into his chest. She hadn’t heard what he said, but she hears it in his mind, and she can feel her stitched together fragments begin to fray apart.<i> “I don’t want to forget anything about you. Not even the hurt, not even the fights.”</i>
She touches him, then, her silver muzzle pressing into his roan neck, her eyes fluttering closed as she pleads gently,<i> “Don’t give away your heart, please. Don’t give away the only good thing that has ever been mine.”</i></p><p class="starsin2_name" style="line-height: 0.7em">starsin</p> <p class="starsin2_quotetwo" style="line-height: 1.5em">it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.<br> ( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )</p> </div> </div> </center>
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And it wasn’t until she realized one day, with such startling clarity, that he never left <i>her</i>, that her view began to change. He was always there when she came back. Always waiting, always hopeful, and never angry with her. And that was when her heart first began to beat. That was when her guard began to drop, and like the tide he slowly crept in; so subtle that she never noticed, until she was drowning in him.
But the universe saw it fit to give her a taste of her own medicine, and the tides changed. Their hearts, though fiercely intertwined, couldn’t seem to stop warring against each other. Every time she thought they had reached an armistice, one of them raised their weapons again, and now they were left with the aftermath. Broken and damaged, bleeding and breathless, until, finally, he disappeared.
She wanted to be angry at him. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to tell him this was <i>exactly</i> what she had known he would do, and this was why he deserved every blow she delivered. And she <i>had</i> been angry, at first. The first few nights spent alone she had been livid, pacing and restless. Had he not promised her that what he wanted was to wake up with her every day? She turned that thought over in her mind – over and over and over again – until the anger slowly melted into sorrow. There was no one there to see the way the tears fell, and even though every part of her was screaming to just go to Loess and find him, her hard-headed pride wouldn’t let her.
When she finally seeks out Malone, when she finally discovers the truth – that Ophanim was <i>gone</i> and none of the children knew where he had went, that is when the panic sets in.
It starts as just a small bubble in her chest, but the image in Malone’s mind – of Ophie flying in the direction of the mountain – is enough to transform the small bubble into a fully enveloping thing that chokes all the air from her lungs.
The last time she fled Loess like this, it was to meet him in Tephra during the war. The last time she felt as though she was racing against some imaginary clock she had arrived just in time to shatter the dragon before it could deliver its killing blow, but she isn’t so sure she has what it takes to save him – them – this time.
She has climbed this mountain before, but not quite like this. Rocks and dirt fling and cascade down the mountainside in the wake of her scrambled, rapid climbing, and by the time she reaches the peak her dark gray skin is nearly black with sweat, the star-dapples glowing and her cobalt blue eyes locking with his familiar face. She is startled at first to see his old coloring, and for a moment she can only stand there, breathless and gasping, her heart clenching and writhing in her chest.<i> “Ophie,”</i> she whispers his name, with such an ache that she is afraid just saying it will split her open.<i> “Ophie,”</i> she says it louder this time, closing the space between them, and she is trembling with the restraint that it takes to not curl into his chest. She hadn’t heard what he said, but she hears it in his mind, and she can feel her stitched together fragments begin to fray apart.<i> “I don’t want to forget anything about you. Not even the hurt, not even the fights.”</i>
She touches him, then, her silver muzzle pressing into his roan neck, her eyes fluttering closed as she pleads gently,<i> “Don’t give away your heart, please. Don’t give away the only good thing that has ever been mine.”</i></p><p class="starsin2_name" style="line-height: 0.7em">starsin</p> <p class="starsin2_quotetwo" style="line-height: 1.5em">it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.<br> ( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )</p> </div> </div> </center>
