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I'm breathing in the smoke of my mental illness's cigarette // Kylin - Trekori - 04-22-2018 Trekori i'm freezing, it's not winter yet @[Kylin] RE: I'm breathing in the smoke of my mental illness's cigarette // Kylin - Kylin - 04-27-2018 Summer, autumn, winter or spring, it honestly does not matter much which season is currently active, the difference is hardly noticeable in Ischia. The changes are subtle, though more noticeable during days when the wind comes from the mainland. Carrying wind or rain or heat or sometimes even ashes. Today is an early summer day in all of its meaning. Hot, but with a clear sky and a soft breeze. Exactly how Kylin likes it. During her recent trip to Hyaline she had missed Ischia’s weather. Hyaline had been too cold for her liking, but in all honestly, Kylin hadn’t been prepared for it. Her coat too thin, too little flesh upon her bones, she simply hadn’t been able to keep herself warm. In Ischia she does not need her energy to keep herself warm, and neither to make sure she isn’t too hot. Taking a dive sufficed just fine. Droplets of water drip down her frame as she comes from the sea. The water tickles her sides, and make her sensitive fins tremble. A quick shake sends the droplets away, followed by a shake of her boy. Water is send around her in her spray, but unrelenting sun makes sure nothing stays wet for long. By the time she is half way across the beach towards the shade, offered by the tropical foliage, her eyes notice the moving shade on the ground. Klaudius! With a jerk Kylin looks up, her head tilting back as her eyes – squinting to be able to look towards the sun – scan the sky. She whinnies, her heart fluttering with the hope of another reunion. And the opportunity to tell him the happy news, or perhaps not, and let him guess it on his own. Reality hits her like a slap in the face. It not Kharon who's possible return makes her heart leap. She does not have time to ponder over it, because instead of purple, her eyes follow a golden figure that descends and approaching her. It is not the equine himself that suddenly makes her nervous, but the prospect of coming face to face with a so called Brother. Ever since she had gotten back to Ischia, since she had learned of Brennen’s mutiny, she had yet to speak to anybody from the new order. The idea scares her, but they couldn’t kick her out of her home, right? Ischia is Kylin’s birth home after all. And so she has to swallow the dry lump in her throat as the winged palomino and cream colt greets her. “Hi” she offers softly in return, hear ears flicking back and forth once. His question does not do anything to ease her nerves, neither make it better or worse. But at least she isn’t summoned to leave right away. “I am.. or I was, at least..” she offers in a reply, her answer vague as Kylin genuinely does not know what to expect. Though she does not think Brennen the type of man to banish one from her home just because of her gender. “My name is Kylin.. I called Ischia home before Brennen set foot on the island.” An awkward pause follows, her heart beating loudly in her chest as she awaits the young male’s reply to her words. “And you? Did you came to Ischia with Brennen?” @[Trekori] 523 words RE: I'm breathing in the smoke of my mental illness's cigarette // Kylin - Trekori - 04-30-2018 Trekori i'm freezing, it's not winter yet @[Kylin] RE: I'm breathing in the smoke of my mental illness's cigarette // Kylin - Kylin - 05-07-2018 How could she not worry? It is not like she expects the Brotherhood to send her away, but that does not mean her heart does not fear it. Feelings don’t have to be wise. Feelings just are. And right now, Kylin’s are all over the place. The idea of losing Ischia is scarier than she would ever have thought before. His muttered words are met with silence, and a pair of surprised widening hazel eyes. Yes he is young, and yes she might feel so nervous that she is too serious about this, but his words are something she had not expected. Then slowly a smile starts to tug at the corners of her lips, until she offers Trekori a smile in return. “I guess I am..” she murmurs back, somewhat recovered from her initial shock. She finds herself nodding slightly. “He has..” she agrees, there simply was no way that she could deny the truth. Brennen has lived on Ischia for quite a couple of years, first under Circinae’s lead, then Krone’s. When he had first arrived on the island Kylin had only been two years old. What happens next is very much the opposite of what she feared. Her dished head tilts a little to the side and her fins are pulled tightly against her sides as Trekori tells her that she – as a female – could very much be part of the Brotherhood. She blinks her hazel eyes at him, surprised and speechless, and not even attempting to interrupt him. It is impossible to stop her eyes from tearing up. Her heart aches, not because his words offend her, but simply because Kylin knows it is true. With difficulty she looks away, and scrapes he left foreleg through the sand. Something she does unconsciously, and gives away how uncomfortable she feels. Not because of his presence, but because of the inner tumult his words caused. “I.. I miss them..” she confesses, murmuring softly. “But they.. they left..” Like Kharon, like Ivar, and everybody else. The difference was that they, or Klaudius to be more specific, had asked her to come along. Asked her to leave Ischia, the only stable thing in her life. Ever. A few deep breaths, and a couple of self-curses later, she turns back to look at the colt. For a moment her eyes linger on his wings. Wings, like Klaudius’, like Kharon’s. But no, focus on something else. His horn, glowing and pretty, and nothing that reminds her of those she does not have. “Is there truly a place for me?” Among your rank? Though Kylin would simply be content to be allowed to live there too. @[Trekori] Sorry the wait! My muse has been really tricky.. RE: I'm breathing in the smoke of my mental illness's cigarette // Kylin - Trekori - 05-10-2018 Trekori i'm freezing, it's not winter yet @[Kylin] RE: I'm breathing in the smoke of my mental illness's cigarette // Kylin - Kylin - 05-14-2018 As she breaks, he moves closer, like he wants to comfort her, but doesn’t know how to. The act alone makes Kylin smile weakly (due to the tears still pooling in her eyes), and in return she extends her neck to close a little more of the distance between them, an invitation to come closer. Oh, how much she longs for him to drape one of those golden wings across her back, and pull her in close. It would allow her to let her heart pretend, only for a short moment, that he is someone else. But he is not. And Klaudius isn’t here. And realising just that cause a couple of tears to roll down her cheek. So instead of wishing for his wings, Kylin offers Trekori her nose. “Thank you.. but.. but don’t be..” she murmurs softly, voice thick with emotion. It is followed by a quick shake of her dished head, her eyes closing as she wills the tears away. She does not want to be the sad lady dweller any longer. Kylin has enough of her tears, of her weak heart, even though it does not seem to be reigned or ruled. “They chose to leave.. not me.” In other words: it was all their mistake, not hers. Did she just imagine it or did his horn seem to glow a little brighter now, than before? Curiously Kylin blinks her hazel eyes, head tipping to the side ever so slightly, and she cannot stop the corners of her lips from curling up. What a sight! Amazing. But Trekori does not allow her to focus on it a little longer. The words settle in slowly, and all the time she is looking at him, but not really at the same time. Is it really true. Would they have her, simply because she has lived her long before them? That wouldn’t be a very solid foundation, would it? After all, her loyalty is to Ischia, and not the Brotherhood, or any other leadership – since her father and queen Ea. “I.. I really want to stay.. Trekori.. Ischia is my home.” Perhaps not the right reasoning to join the ranks, but if that would mean she could stay, well, it wasn’t a big sacrifice to make. And perhaps, in due time, she would feel at home within the Brotherhood too. Insecurity is all in her eyes as her eyes search his, tongue slipping past her lips to wet them, in a nervous gesture. @[Trekori] |