12-29-2019, 02:38 AM
she fell for the idea of him
and ideas were a dangerous thing to love
and ideas were a dangerous thing to love
Despite her amiable disposition, she has never been particularly good at keeping friends. As with most aspects of her life, she had a habit of destroying every decent thing that happened to her, or pushing away anyone that fell in the realm of normal. She’s not even sure if she’s ever had anyone that qualified as a real friend – where she didn’t have to be cautious of a hair-trigger temper, or an ulterior motive drawing them together. Boheme was the only one that came to mind, but even then, the foundation of their friendship was marred with sin and the twisted ways of that jungle in a land so far away. The relationship itself was easy and sweet, but as with almost everything else, it was tinged with darkness.
But Agetta – she was different.
There was nothing about the other mare that could be associated with anything negative, and while that should have been a relief, that isn’t what she feels. There’s a tension building inside of her, the kind that makes her blood run hot but her skin grow cold, a shiver chasing up the length of her spine. It’s the nervous anticipation that something is suppose to happen, a knee-jerk reaction telling her that she should be afraid, even when there is no one here that she should fear.
It’s why Agetta’s compliment makes her face flush, but her heart jump nervously simultaneously. Had anyone ever actually said that to her before? She can’t remember the last time anyone had told her she was beautiful; the men she spent most of her time with knew by now they didn’t have to waste their breath on meaningless compliments to get what they wanted from her. “Thank you, but…” she can feel her words start to trail, the halo above her head suddenly feeling heavy, “I don’t think I really qualify as an angel.” Her wings rustle at her sides in almost a shrug, forcing a light laugh before adding, “But, I can heal things now, so I guess that might be useful.”
She does not notice Anaxarete lurking in the shadows, and even if she had, there’s nothing to say that she would have paid the shadow queen any mind. It was an ingrained habit to look the other way when darkness threatened to encroach; just one of her many morality flaws. Still, her eyes are drawn to the spot where Anaxarete had just disappeared from, staring for a heartbeat too long before her dark eyes look back to Agetta with a smile. “I’d ask for a demonstration, but I’ve been enjoying not being blind anymore.” The words are followed with a laugh, and a playful nudge against her shoulder. “I’m kidding. I’m sure you’re great with your new light beam thing.”
But Agetta – she was different.
There was nothing about the other mare that could be associated with anything negative, and while that should have been a relief, that isn’t what she feels. There’s a tension building inside of her, the kind that makes her blood run hot but her skin grow cold, a shiver chasing up the length of her spine. It’s the nervous anticipation that something is suppose to happen, a knee-jerk reaction telling her that she should be afraid, even when there is no one here that she should fear.
It’s why Agetta’s compliment makes her face flush, but her heart jump nervously simultaneously. Had anyone ever actually said that to her before? She can’t remember the last time anyone had told her she was beautiful; the men she spent most of her time with knew by now they didn’t have to waste their breath on meaningless compliments to get what they wanted from her. “Thank you, but…” she can feel her words start to trail, the halo above her head suddenly feeling heavy, “I don’t think I really qualify as an angel.” Her wings rustle at her sides in almost a shrug, forcing a light laugh before adding, “But, I can heal things now, so I guess that might be useful.”
She does not notice Anaxarete lurking in the shadows, and even if she had, there’s nothing to say that she would have paid the shadow queen any mind. It was an ingrained habit to look the other way when darkness threatened to encroach; just one of her many morality flaws. Still, her eyes are drawn to the spot where Anaxarete had just disappeared from, staring for a heartbeat too long before her dark eyes look back to Agetta with a smile. “I’d ask for a demonstration, but I’ve been enjoying not being blind anymore.” The words are followed with a laugh, and a playful nudge against her shoulder. “I’m kidding. I’m sure you’re great with your new light beam thing.”
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@[Agetta]