01-07-2017, 09:13 AM
Hindsight is 20/20 - no? You could look back on your whole life and realize that you had squandered so much. So many gifts that you had in the palm of your hand that you never worked to unwrap. Perhaps Eight’s untimed life and the magic imbued inside him was a gift. And to you, even the voice that rumbled and vibrated through his body was a gift. Did the once magician king waste it away? Most likely, certainly - he had always been selfish and lackadaisical in his whims and might. Did you resent him for that? How easily he ebbed and flowed through life - neither here nor there. How he was so indifferent to the magic the gods had gave him, while to you it was your only choice of a voice.
The silence between you two thrummed with quiet thoughts - and again Eight was reminded how simple life could be without magic - how uncompliated and at ease it could be to not know another’s thoughts. Perhaps this was what ‘company’ was when you were mortal. A game of pick and pull, working towards knowledge of another.
Did Eight know you? Perhaps. And Perhaps not.
Your bobbed head pulled him from his reveries - and he saw the slight indecisiveness in your actions. Choosing a home was always a fickle thing - even more so now with the old lands of Beqanna torn from their threads. Eight had worked to create Tephra - but it felt no more like home than the rest of the rolling lands of the world.
Your lithe body bumps to his - his mane teased lightly and his shoulder tweaks as you nudge. The first touches he had felt since creating the triplets. A strange feeling, foreign to him, as he was never one for physical connection. His shoulder tenses slightly, the hard muscle rippling beneath, almost a sign of wary and warning. But his face pulls into a light smirk at your almost-playfulness, a question lurking beneath your movements. An invitation to stay perhaps? A request to move elsewhere? Reading language without words, luckily, was something Eight had learned to do with his stoic years and lack of conversation.
“I think you know me by now, I’m never wont to stay in one place for long.” His eyes slide over the lands surrounding you, and make their way back to you. “For now, this will suffice, until we find your voice.”
Your voice - the thing you wanted (needed) so badly, but would force Eight to give up the simplicity of his mortality. He would need to become a magician again.
The silence between you two thrummed with quiet thoughts - and again Eight was reminded how simple life could be without magic - how uncompliated and at ease it could be to not know another’s thoughts. Perhaps this was what ‘company’ was when you were mortal. A game of pick and pull, working towards knowledge of another.
Did Eight know you? Perhaps. And Perhaps not.
Your bobbed head pulled him from his reveries - and he saw the slight indecisiveness in your actions. Choosing a home was always a fickle thing - even more so now with the old lands of Beqanna torn from their threads. Eight had worked to create Tephra - but it felt no more like home than the rest of the rolling lands of the world.
Your lithe body bumps to his - his mane teased lightly and his shoulder tweaks as you nudge. The first touches he had felt since creating the triplets. A strange feeling, foreign to him, as he was never one for physical connection. His shoulder tenses slightly, the hard muscle rippling beneath, almost a sign of wary and warning. But his face pulls into a light smirk at your almost-playfulness, a question lurking beneath your movements. An invitation to stay perhaps? A request to move elsewhere? Reading language without words, luckily, was something Eight had learned to do with his stoic years and lack of conversation.
“I think you know me by now, I’m never wont to stay in one place for long.” His eyes slide over the lands surrounding you, and make their way back to you. “For now, this will suffice, until we find your voice.”
Your voice - the thing you wanted (needed) so badly, but would force Eight to give up the simplicity of his mortality. He would need to become a magician again.