02-22-2023, 01:24 AM
you think i’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star?
i’ll swallow you whole.
i’ll swallow you whole.
The stallion that appears alongside her moves with a predator’s ease, and though she feels the weight of his presence pressing towards her, she does not look up. They are always coming and going—some may linger, watching the starlit mare for some kind of sign that she is open for conversation, but rarely does she meet their gaze anymore, and almost always they simply continue on their way. She does not mean to be so unapproachable; she cannot help the sharp angles of her face that hardly ever softens into smile, or the fact that her eyes are such a deep, disarming purple-black that it feels like falling into a starless galaxy when she fixes them with her detached stare.
She does not know what to say to them anymore, and they so rarely know what to say to her. And since there is no longer a driving force behind her efforts (though she cannot pinpoint the exact moment she had stopped caring), it was difficult to find a reason to keep trying.
Perhaps if she drifted long enough as a lost star she would once again return to the sky, with nothing to tether her to the earth any longer.
It is not until he speaks that she angles her head towards him, her eyes flicking quickly to his face, but she says nothing. Despite the length of time she has spent here there is still an otherness to her stare, to the way her mouth remains so rigid, and yet, somehow despite the outward stoicism, there is nothing unkind about her. She just simply is.
“Hello,” she returns his greeting, the single word silvery in tone but strangely devoid of emotion. Movement near his forelock catches her eye, and for a moment something else finally flickers in her eyes, a fleeting curiosity, but she does not comment in his winged companion yet. “My name is Islas,” she tells him out of habit—one of the few she has managed to ingrain into herself, along with the barest of smiles that follows.
Carefully, she pulls down a few threads of starlight, twirling the ribbons of silver just above their heads before eventually breaking them apart and spinning them into small stars—a night sky that floats just within their reach. “Do you like stars?” she asks, surprising herself a little. She has never really directly asked anyone if they liked the stars, assuming wrongfully that everyone was like her and did not pay much attention to things that did not concern them (and she, of course, is concerned with the stars a great deal).
Perhaps she has not entirely given up on this world after all.
She does not know what to say to them anymore, and they so rarely know what to say to her. And since there is no longer a driving force behind her efforts (though she cannot pinpoint the exact moment she had stopped caring), it was difficult to find a reason to keep trying.
Perhaps if she drifted long enough as a lost star she would once again return to the sky, with nothing to tether her to the earth any longer.
It is not until he speaks that she angles her head towards him, her eyes flicking quickly to his face, but she says nothing. Despite the length of time she has spent here there is still an otherness to her stare, to the way her mouth remains so rigid, and yet, somehow despite the outward stoicism, there is nothing unkind about her. She just simply is.
“Hello,” she returns his greeting, the single word silvery in tone but strangely devoid of emotion. Movement near his forelock catches her eye, and for a moment something else finally flickers in her eyes, a fleeting curiosity, but she does not comment in his winged companion yet. “My name is Islas,” she tells him out of habit—one of the few she has managed to ingrain into herself, along with the barest of smiles that follows.
Carefully, she pulls down a few threads of starlight, twirling the ribbons of silver just above their heads before eventually breaking them apart and spinning them into small stars—a night sky that floats just within their reach. “Do you like stars?” she asks, surprising herself a little. She has never really directly asked anyone if they liked the stars, assuming wrongfully that everyone was like her and did not pay much attention to things that did not concern them (and she, of course, is concerned with the stars a great deal).
Perhaps she has not entirely given up on this world after all.
Islas
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