11-13-2019, 02:38 AM
You’re uncontrollable
and we are unlovable
and we are unlovable
He had a lot to think about - several encounters lately, confirmed his suspicions about not always being trusted due to simply the way he looked, and if this could possibly change; he did as the fairy asked but he wondered now if it would ever be enough. He’d given so many times in so many ways, but still he was seen as someone who could possibly stab them in the back? And so he broods and walks - but his wife had always said he looked somber while brooding, and that it didn’t fit him. Truly it didn’t; an open, inquisitive and interested gaze marked him as much as the stupid jokes rolling off his tongue without much of a restraint, if there was any at all.
He’d left Beryl in a safe place for now, and took a walk wherever. It’s not his fault that Loess is so big that he can’t avoid it.
He only really notices that he entered the dragon king’s land again when someone else is near. He might have walked right through Loess to Sylva and Tephra, or to the sea, the scaled roan thinks, if he hadn’t figuratively bumped into this stallion.
”Oops.” he mumbles, looking at his surroundings as if waking up. A blink changes his swirling eye colour to a neutral light blue, assessing the stranger before him and slowly going into scrutinizing him. ”Sorry for just wandering into Loess, but…” he stops, not exactly knowing what to say to the golden tobiano.
He is familiar and unfamiliar, but Beqanna changed so many. Still, ‘can I check the underside of your wings’ didn’t seem like an appropriate question just in case it wasn’t him.
He tilts his head instead. ”That frown doesn’t suit your face.” he concludes.
He’d left Beryl in a safe place for now, and took a walk wherever. It’s not his fault that Loess is so big that he can’t avoid it.
He only really notices that he entered the dragon king’s land again when someone else is near. He might have walked right through Loess to Sylva and Tephra, or to the sea, the scaled roan thinks, if he hadn’t figuratively bumped into this stallion.
”Oops.” he mumbles, looking at his surroundings as if waking up. A blink changes his swirling eye colour to a neutral light blue, assessing the stranger before him and slowly going into scrutinizing him. ”Sorry for just wandering into Loess, but…” he stops, not exactly knowing what to say to the golden tobiano.
He is familiar and unfamiliar, but Beqanna changed so many. Still, ‘can I check the underside of your wings’ didn’t seem like an appropriate question just in case it wasn’t him.
He tilts his head instead. ”That frown doesn’t suit your face.” he concludes.
and I don’t want you to think that I care
I never would, I never could again
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Ophanim] sorry not sorry
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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