04-01-2017, 03:51 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-01-2017, 04:04 PM by Magnificent.)
Magnificent
Why did she follow? The bile shot up from her stomach the moment he had left. She was sick, her stomach churned and the reason? Because she wanted to go with him, and in that desire she went against everything she was raised to know. Everything she still knew because Magnificent was reluctant to think herself anything but above the others.
First she retched, emptied what little contents had rested within her belly. It wasn’t much, barely a few mouthfuls of grass. She had tried to eat more, at the very least to distract herself, something to do that would make her stay put. Then she cried, tucked away in the trees of Tephra, she was sad and yet, she was angry. It should not be so hard to do what was expected of her and she wished with the very fiber of her being that she could do just that. She loved Kirin, hung on each word as a child and even now those very sentences repeated themselves in the darkness of her mind.
Did he have to know? Would he find out? And so what if he did? Magnificent could twist words as easily as the next, she could spin a tale to make her decision seem plausible, self serving. It was in fact, not far from the truth, barely distorted.
It was self serving, a little known truth, never uttered into the air because the birds might hear- they might whisper it.
WIth a sniffle she righted herself, lifting her head and puffing her chest. It did not take long to find the trail that led to the river, the path worn with his steps and the air, though it blew, smelling of his skin. She stood alone on the banks, watching as the water crashed in rapids and she wondered what it might be like to be tossed in them. To feel so very small and helpless, to be victim to its power and begging for release.
But in ways she already knew.
First she retched, emptied what little contents had rested within her belly. It wasn’t much, barely a few mouthfuls of grass. She had tried to eat more, at the very least to distract herself, something to do that would make her stay put. Then she cried, tucked away in the trees of Tephra, she was sad and yet, she was angry. It should not be so hard to do what was expected of her and she wished with the very fiber of her being that she could do just that. She loved Kirin, hung on each word as a child and even now those very sentences repeated themselves in the darkness of her mind.
Did he have to know? Would he find out? And so what if he did? Magnificent could twist words as easily as the next, she could spin a tale to make her decision seem plausible, self serving. It was in fact, not far from the truth, barely distorted.
It was self serving, a little known truth, never uttered into the air because the birds might hear- they might whisper it.
WIth a sniffle she righted herself, lifting her head and puffing her chest. It did not take long to find the trail that led to the river, the path worn with his steps and the air, though it blew, smelling of his skin. She stood alone on the banks, watching as the water crashed in rapids and she wondered what it might be like to be tossed in them. To feel so very small and helpless, to be victim to its power and begging for release.
But in ways she already knew.
the space between, the wicked lies we tell
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