01-18-2022, 04:06 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
"Gone.”
A single word that seems to echo for eternity. There is a strange numbness, a sense of being outside of himself, that he has never felt before. It is a strange sensation, entirely different then the way he usual dealt with these kinds of situations when he would just retreat further and further within himself. When he would pull that hardened shield around himself as if it was a weighted blanket. He had never thought what would happen if he just vanished into himself completely. Did it feel like this?
Aela doesn’t need to show him. He can see it. The faeries and Gods of this land were known to be drastic, to make a statement. They were known to be cruel just as much as they could be kind. He remembers the stories he had heard as a child. When the Fae of the Mountain had stripped magic as a punishment. When lands had been denied to the people before. So what punishment was this for, he wonders. What offense had they taken this time?
He thinks of his daughters grave beneath a dark sea. Where his son now probably joined her. And he simply gazes at them both as the numbness spreads. He should have been there. To save him. To save them all. And instead… He had been with Cheri. Showing her pretty lights floating across the rivers surface.
Part of him wants to break the brittle mare before him into pieces, the same part that wants to be free of this hollowness and let the serpent claim him once and for all and break the world apart until its all under the sea. That part of him that has fought for so long to protect himself and to hurt whoever needed to be hurt before they could get to him first. That part wanted to rip and break and destroy until there is nothing left. The numbness is stronger and it swoops in and settles in his bones, stretches across his midnight skin, buries itself between the golden ribbons of his mane until that is all he is.
Numb. Hollow.
He is barely listening when Cheri asks for Aela to show them. Show them what? Does it matter? He is merely silent, wearing a mask but its not the familiar one of indifference. It is simply… Blankness. There is no registering what is behind that blazing gaze. No tension to his jaw. There is simply… Nothing. Just the cool hard stone of nothingness.
It is some sort of muscle memory that finally brings him towards Cheri. There is nothing in his touch when his muzzle brushes against her neck and he releases the golden glow of healing. He doesn’t catch her gaze, staring at the dull skin of her neck as if he sees right through it. And whenever she has had enough, he simply turns that same gaze towards Aela. As if in a fog, he can feel himself giving a single nod but doesn’t know how or why he’s done such an action.
And through it all… Light never comes.
A single word that seems to echo for eternity. There is a strange numbness, a sense of being outside of himself, that he has never felt before. It is a strange sensation, entirely different then the way he usual dealt with these kinds of situations when he would just retreat further and further within himself. When he would pull that hardened shield around himself as if it was a weighted blanket. He had never thought what would happen if he just vanished into himself completely. Did it feel like this?
Aela doesn’t need to show him. He can see it. The faeries and Gods of this land were known to be drastic, to make a statement. They were known to be cruel just as much as they could be kind. He remembers the stories he had heard as a child. When the Fae of the Mountain had stripped magic as a punishment. When lands had been denied to the people before. So what punishment was this for, he wonders. What offense had they taken this time?
He thinks of his daughters grave beneath a dark sea. Where his son now probably joined her. And he simply gazes at them both as the numbness spreads. He should have been there. To save him. To save them all. And instead… He had been with Cheri. Showing her pretty lights floating across the rivers surface.
Part of him wants to break the brittle mare before him into pieces, the same part that wants to be free of this hollowness and let the serpent claim him once and for all and break the world apart until its all under the sea. That part of him that has fought for so long to protect himself and to hurt whoever needed to be hurt before they could get to him first. That part wanted to rip and break and destroy until there is nothing left. The numbness is stronger and it swoops in and settles in his bones, stretches across his midnight skin, buries itself between the golden ribbons of his mane until that is all he is.
Numb. Hollow.
He is barely listening when Cheri asks for Aela to show them. Show them what? Does it matter? He is merely silent, wearing a mask but its not the familiar one of indifference. It is simply… Blankness. There is no registering what is behind that blazing gaze. No tension to his jaw. There is simply… Nothing. Just the cool hard stone of nothingness.
It is some sort of muscle memory that finally brings him towards Cheri. There is nothing in his touch when his muzzle brushes against her neck and he releases the golden glow of healing. He doesn’t catch her gaze, staring at the dull skin of her neck as if he sees right through it. And whenever she has had enough, he simply turns that same gaze towards Aela. As if in a fog, he can feel himself giving a single nod but doesn’t know how or why he’s done such an action.
And through it all… Light never comes.
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@Aela @Cheri
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