04-07-2021, 04:57 PM
He wishes he could shout. That he could roar like a beast at the world that didn't care. He'd lost that ability, though, long ago now. So long ago, that several new lives had sprung into existence since then. Lives had been lived, love had burned and flared and now... The embers of it singed his breast with their existence.
There was a kind of pain you could only feel if you loved hard enough, and that pain lanced through him now, hearing himself, hearing her reply. Feeling the cracks of resentment widen the space between them. He would rather have his throat torn out again, than face what was before him now.
He is stunned for a moment, watching the banner of her tail flag in the wind of her own making as she soars away from him. And he hesitates. His own anger is coloring his thoughts, exhaustion making him brittle. Cursing beneath his breath, the buckskin stallion gave in. Leapt into a powerful gallop as her lead kept her ahead.
By the time the chase was over, sweat foamed across his pelt. It had been a good run. The kind he hadn't felt the need for in recent years. Not when everything he'd wanted had been within easy reach. He'd grown complacent, perhaps. Used to comfort and ease, and happy with it. Had she missed the need to stretch and reach?
Blowing, ribs swelling with oxygen, he watched her as he slowed. She spoke, but her didn't catch her phrase. Not until she spoke again and the blood rushing in his ears settled enough for him to hear. It's like a dream, the way the world shifted at his feet to hear her. Likehe was watching from outside while someone wearing his skin lived the scene out for him.
"You're all I ever wanted too, Warlight. But I can't run forever. And you can't seem to stop leaving me behind." He felt withered. Incompetent. Like there was some piece of him missing that she was forever going to be looking for, that he simply never had.
@[Warlight]
There was a kind of pain you could only feel if you loved hard enough, and that pain lanced through him now, hearing himself, hearing her reply. Feeling the cracks of resentment widen the space between them. He would rather have his throat torn out again, than face what was before him now.
He is stunned for a moment, watching the banner of her tail flag in the wind of her own making as she soars away from him. And he hesitates. His own anger is coloring his thoughts, exhaustion making him brittle. Cursing beneath his breath, the buckskin stallion gave in. Leapt into a powerful gallop as her lead kept her ahead.
By the time the chase was over, sweat foamed across his pelt. It had been a good run. The kind he hadn't felt the need for in recent years. Not when everything he'd wanted had been within easy reach. He'd grown complacent, perhaps. Used to comfort and ease, and happy with it. Had she missed the need to stretch and reach?
Blowing, ribs swelling with oxygen, he watched her as he slowed. She spoke, but her didn't catch her phrase. Not until she spoke again and the blood rushing in his ears settled enough for him to hear. It's like a dream, the way the world shifted at his feet to hear her. Likehe was watching from outside while someone wearing his skin lived the scene out for him.
"You're all I ever wanted too, Warlight. But I can't run forever. And you can't seem to stop leaving me behind." He felt withered. Incompetent. Like there was some piece of him missing that she was forever going to be looking for, that he simply never had.
@[Warlight]