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you see your faith inside a ditch; brigade - irisa - 03-01-2019 and the walls kept tumbling down in this city that we love She hadn’t known she was a coward. It was not a word she associated with herself, not really. Granted, there had not been much that had tested it, for as strange as her upbringing was it had always been a good kind of strange. She had not crossed paths with terror, had never had her life threatened, had never suffered terrible injury or even heartbreak. But when she’d complimented him, so casually (he was handsome – and young. Too young) and he had turned it back to her, she had frozen. She was stuttering goodbye before she even knew what she was saying, and turning, and leaving, her mind already replaying the moments in her head, mocking all the ways she had gone wrong. In time, she convinced herself it maybe didn’t matter. She did not see him again, though her eye fell on a few red horses, they were never him. So, it didn’t matter. So, she was a coward. It was good, she supposed, to learn such things now. She will try to do better. She has not felt it since, that urge to flee, though she also has not engaged in conversations of any depth that matched theirs, the words she exchanged with others were nothing but brief pleasantries, airy and lacking any kind of substance. Her eyes fall again to a streak of red in the meadow, and her gait falters, because it is matched by antlers, a familiar form. She’d looked for him but had not actually expected to see him again, and now, confronted with the option of approaching him, she is once more a coward. But she takes a deep breath, steadying herself (though her heart still beats too fast), and she approaches him again. He looks older, more grown, but his eyes are the same. She smiles, all relief and fear. “Brigade,” she says, “you look well.” Irisa tarnished x heartworm @[brigade] RE: you see your faith inside a ditch; brigade - brigade - 03-06-2019 oh, this my weapon, this my loam. this my blood, this my bone. @[irisa] RE: you see your faith inside a ditch; brigade - irisa - 03-27-2019 and the walls kept tumbling down in this city that we love She’s dreamt of him, too. Normal dreams, not the kind like her mother had. Fleeting and insubstantial, and maybe for a moment or two there she’d wished she’d inherited her mother’s power, so that she might have prolonged the experience, enriched it. (It was a brief and terrifying wish – a glimpse, perhaps, into how her mother became what she was. A horrifying sense of understanding.) And she’s thought of him, in waking hours, replaying their conversations. The feel of his wing beneath hers, the sharpness of his gaze. Those thoughts make her feel strange, like she’s been set adrift in the sea, lost and thrilled both. She smiles when he says her name, almost bashful, glances at the shells in his mane. Those are new, and curious, but and she wonders what they would be like under her touch. They look smooth, cool to the touch, or perhaps they’d be warm from the proximity to his skin. Anyway -- “How have you been?” she asks, and immediately cringes at the banality of her question. She inhales, once, as if she could breathe in bravery, and speaks again. “I’m sorry, by the way. For leaving how I did.” Abrupt and choked on emotions she did not name, she means. A coward, she means. Irisa tarnished x heartworm @[brigade] sorry to make you wait 100 years for this garbage but my life is insane!! RE: you see your faith inside a ditch; brigade - brigade - 03-31-2019 oh, this my weapon, this my loam. this my blood, this my bone. @[irisa] i love her and you and your words. <333 take your time! |