08-09-2021, 12:39 AM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
”There’s more to you than stars, Ciri”
He speaks to her as if she was a petulant child being willfully ignorant. She knows this is not the Gale she had known. She still can't be certain that Gale had ever actually existed and wasn’t always a farce created by the Curse as a cover. Regardless, this is not the kind stallion she had grown to know so the statement, while offered in that patronizing way, don’t seem to fit with what she’s come to know and learn about the Curse. She is instantly suspicious but can’t deny her curiosity either. “Like what exactly?” She asks in that same flat tone, wariness in the swirling silver strands of her gaze.
She can’t help but wonder yet again what exactly was the darkness beyond the mask of Gale, what exactly was the thing that lived within the indigo stallion's body? What exactly was the Curse that had fooled her and so many others before her?
She almost has a master over her anger, smothering it just enough that it simmers beneath the surface and fuels her purpose for living. She almost has it controlled completely until he opens his mouth again and lets the insolence roll from his tongue, insults the death that she still can’t quite come to terms with. Nashua’s words of warning drown out in the buzz that fills her ears as the blaze of her rage erupts and inflames her, as the world around her bleeds red into her periphery and stains the Curse before her with a crimson hue.
A fierceness twists her lips into something feral and wild as the swirls of her silver eyes quicken until they are nearly a blur of shining white. “I have a better idea.” She says with eerie smoothness, knowing what exactly she could say that he truly deserved instead of a thank you. “Fuck you Gale.” And with a snap of a midnight feathered wing, she buffets it out in an attempt to slap Gale across the face at the same time that she lunges at him with with her front hooves flying, leaving nothing but stardust in her wake.
He speaks to her as if she was a petulant child being willfully ignorant. She knows this is not the Gale she had known. She still can't be certain that Gale had ever actually existed and wasn’t always a farce created by the Curse as a cover. Regardless, this is not the kind stallion she had grown to know so the statement, while offered in that patronizing way, don’t seem to fit with what she’s come to know and learn about the Curse. She is instantly suspicious but can’t deny her curiosity either. “Like what exactly?” She asks in that same flat tone, wariness in the swirling silver strands of her gaze.
She can’t help but wonder yet again what exactly was the darkness beyond the mask of Gale, what exactly was the thing that lived within the indigo stallion's body? What exactly was the Curse that had fooled her and so many others before her?
She almost has a master over her anger, smothering it just enough that it simmers beneath the surface and fuels her purpose for living. She almost has it controlled completely until he opens his mouth again and lets the insolence roll from his tongue, insults the death that she still can’t quite come to terms with. Nashua’s words of warning drown out in the buzz that fills her ears as the blaze of her rage erupts and inflames her, as the world around her bleeds red into her periphery and stains the Curse before her with a crimson hue.
A fierceness twists her lips into something feral and wild as the swirls of her silver eyes quicken until they are nearly a blur of shining white. “I have a better idea.” She says with eerie smoothness, knowing what exactly she could say that he truly deserved instead of a thank you. “Fuck you Gale.” And with a snap of a midnight feathered wing, she buffets it out in an attempt to slap Gale across the face at the same time that she lunges at him with with her front hooves flying, leaving nothing but stardust in her wake.
-- Ciri
@Gale