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[Vastra]

I never knew daylight could be so violent She doesn’t shift, doesn’t flinch, when he takes that first step away from her. He’s treating her cautiously, and though it’s annoying it’s also appreciated. She doesn’t like being treated carefully, as though she was fragile and might shatter if they stood too close to each other, but something in her knows that she would. It had been hard enough to accept the help of a stranger when her wing was broken, but now without that injury as something to focus on it was just her own useless brain left and she had to focus on the problem she so desperately wanted to avoid. The sandy coloured mare, not one for many words as it is, is stunned into silence as she listens to the stallion’s response to her question. At first, he catches himself when he says that he would miss his mom – though really, that was the least ridiculous thing that he was going to say. Of course she misses her mom – she knows she must have had one, whether her birth mother or someone else had obviously cared for her enough to see her past infancy at the very least. It hurts not knowing who she is and she misses the gap in her heart and memories she believes should be filled with a family she could have been walking by every day and she’d never know. She stares at him blankly, confused by his earnestness, and she’s not sure she has the heart to point out that he completely missed the point. How would he know to go to his aunt for help if he didn’t know who anyone was? Or whether the memories lost weren’t worth regaining? And then, he asks her name. She can’t help it, she snorts in frustration and backs up a small step, shaking her head. Like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. But instead of turning away and leaving him her hooves stick into this new spot. There’s white-hot anger in her but this time the sadness has over come it like a tidal wave and now she’s drowning in it. She can’t use the anger to shield herself this time, it just too much to look at this Benji and hear that sweet voice say those stupid words that shred her apart. So she whispers, dark eyes locked on his face and her heart breaking as she finally speaks aloud the five words she’s been dancing around since she arrived here. “I don’t know my name.” VASTRA kastiel x nazaire, wanderer

@[harbinger]