04-01-2022, 12:38 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
She does not know this stallion before her. The one whose words are so flat and hollow, the one whose gaze falls to the floor as he sorts though his life, his successes and his failures. They had been wild blossoming teenagers when they had first met. Still discovering themselves. Lost. She does not know this Castile but it startles her to realize that she would like to. Especially when that familiar lopsided grin that had pulled her in all those years ago reappears on his lips. Or when those old feelings that she had long thought dead reappear to flutter in her ravaged chest as his touch grazes her jaw.
There is no pity in her gaze, instead there is understanding. When he asks about herself she gives a strained smile in response, sending the stars in her eyes to spark and fly as she pulls her muzzle back to her heavily scarred chest. “It’s a long story. I guess you could say… I lost myself.” Her smile fades as she holds his two-toned gaze in her own unrelenting one. “And ruined everything along the way.” How could she ever judge him of all people? The balls of light that surround her drop to an even darker shade of crimson, bloody, as she hesitates and remembers what she had become. A viper hellbent on revenge, a black hole. Exhaling slowly as she recalls all that she had done. It had been easier back then to blame everything on Gale, on The Curse. However, the darkness inside of her hadn’t come solely from him. It had always been there, a streak. A stain. Gale had just managed to coax it out and develop it into something new. All he had to do was simply take her life and close her off to what she was for her to find herself, truly find herself, again.
She had lived through a hell of her own making and now with yet another reminder of her past standing here beside her…. Her gaze turns glossy with the promise of unshed tears when she finally forces herself to find his face again. “It’s been a hard few years… For everyone.” She admits, feeling pain not just for herself but compassion for everyone that had been harmed by both The Curse and by the Gods. The fallen South and those that were missing and presumed dead, those that had died at Gale's whims (the ones she hadn't been able to save), Nashua who seemed more broken then ever, Leilan who seemed distant. Mazikeen, who she had unjustly blamed when she herself had also been a victim. Nash’s mother and Kestrell who had never deserved her harshness. Thinking briefly of him (the stallion who had managed to prick beneath her skin hard enough, who had claimed to need her) and the insufferable looks he would give makes her shift suddenly in discomfort.
“But I am alive and well enough. And I’m glad to see you, Castile.” She says and there is nothing but genuine feeling in her expression, in the stars that sparkle in silver. Is there still some anger lurking at the corner of her gaze from old hurts and past pain that he had been the root of? Yes, she cannot deny its existence or how acutely she feels it as she feels all emotions now with such strength and intensity. Yet, it doesn’t threaten to overtake her like it had once done, it simply lingers around her heart and she allows herself to feel it. Recognize it. It is not the same anger or distress that’s reserved for Amet. This dragon had not betrayed her, hurt her, like that one had.
Pushing past her uncertainty, her throat constricting as the light simmering beneath her skin flickers and burns, she arches her neck and keeps a little distance between them despite the sudden urge to touch him again. Just to make sure he was truly real. “There’s a few things you should know, now that you’ve come home.”
There is no pity in her gaze, instead there is understanding. When he asks about herself she gives a strained smile in response, sending the stars in her eyes to spark and fly as she pulls her muzzle back to her heavily scarred chest. “It’s a long story. I guess you could say… I lost myself.” Her smile fades as she holds his two-toned gaze in her own unrelenting one. “And ruined everything along the way.” How could she ever judge him of all people? The balls of light that surround her drop to an even darker shade of crimson, bloody, as she hesitates and remembers what she had become. A viper hellbent on revenge, a black hole. Exhaling slowly as she recalls all that she had done. It had been easier back then to blame everything on Gale, on The Curse. However, the darkness inside of her hadn’t come solely from him. It had always been there, a streak. A stain. Gale had just managed to coax it out and develop it into something new. All he had to do was simply take her life and close her off to what she was for her to find herself, truly find herself, again.
She had lived through a hell of her own making and now with yet another reminder of her past standing here beside her…. Her gaze turns glossy with the promise of unshed tears when she finally forces herself to find his face again. “It’s been a hard few years… For everyone.” She admits, feeling pain not just for herself but compassion for everyone that had been harmed by both The Curse and by the Gods. The fallen South and those that were missing and presumed dead, those that had died at Gale's whims (the ones she hadn't been able to save), Nashua who seemed more broken then ever, Leilan who seemed distant. Mazikeen, who she had unjustly blamed when she herself had also been a victim. Nash’s mother and Kestrell who had never deserved her harshness. Thinking briefly of him (the stallion who had managed to prick beneath her skin hard enough, who had claimed to need her) and the insufferable looks he would give makes her shift suddenly in discomfort.
“But I am alive and well enough. And I’m glad to see you, Castile.” She says and there is nothing but genuine feeling in her expression, in the stars that sparkle in silver. Is there still some anger lurking at the corner of her gaze from old hurts and past pain that he had been the root of? Yes, she cannot deny its existence or how acutely she feels it as she feels all emotions now with such strength and intensity. Yet, it doesn’t threaten to overtake her like it had once done, it simply lingers around her heart and she allows herself to feel it. Recognize it. It is not the same anger or distress that’s reserved for Amet. This dragon had not betrayed her, hurt her, like that one had.
Pushing past her uncertainty, her throat constricting as the light simmering beneath her skin flickers and burns, she arches her neck and keeps a little distance between them despite the sudden urge to touch him again. Just to make sure he was truly real. “There’s a few things you should know, now that you’ve come home.”
-- Ciri
@Castile