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There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Obscene - 01-31-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, Wake me from this dreamin' He had stared into the sea on the little stretch of land that remained of the South, what remained of Loess, the few spires and flat red tops of canyons that acted as islands now. He gazed out into the orange sky, the sun already dipping towards the waves and accenting them with a tangerine tint, where the Pampas had once been. Of that, there was nothing to show. No wildflowers peeked from beneath the water, no trees broke through the surface. As if there had never been a place where he had once looked out to watch storms, where he had raced against the wind and fate itself with Revelrie, where he had played constant pranks on Steve. As if there had never been the grave of a girl, the burnt remains of his mother, as if none of it had ever happened. As if it had never been home. There was nothing. Nothing but the gentle lapping of water against rock, the stench of salt and brine, nothing but endless ocean that seemed to stretch for eternity. As always, his expression was one of indifference. Life flickered behind the depths of red that bore into the calm briny deep but whatever the dark Fae was thinking was kept purely to himself. Unreadable to those that didn’t know him best. He stays until the last golden light fades and then he moves on, utterly silent and drifting just as he had done all those years ago. When he had belonged nowhere. He meanders to the meadow, black and gold tendrils stirring lazily against his broad neck with the gentle spring breeze, and turns his crimson view to where he had once frolicked with fairies. They were long gone, had been silent to him for ages, and he drifts again for there is nothing left for him here either. It is easy to find the band of Will o’ Wisps, their light beckons to him as they break away from each other and dance across the surface of the river, looking for unsuspecting prey to lure into the strong currents. He quietly watches them from his place on the muddy bank and then one breaks away in his direction. It moves with ferocity and finally a faint smile appears on his dark mouth as the glow from the creature envelops him with its hazy brightness. “My Prince.” The Wisp whispers. “My Light.” He responds and there is a hint of relief laced within those two words. For awhile they quietly regard each other. “You were gone a long time my Prince. Your kingdom has fallen.” The ball of light finally says, hovering uncertainly before his head. “I know.” Comes the calm reply, raising his muzzle to the Wisp and then tucking it to his star covered chest. “Did any survive?” He finally asks. There is uncertainty in the movements from the fairylight and the missing Prince of the Pampas sighs. “I could feel you but I couldn’t reach you.” Light says after another pregnant pause. “Where were you my Prince?” He shifts slightly, a muscle jumping in his jaw as his pointed ears flick backwards. “I’m not sure. I believe we are about to find out though…” Arching his neck, he turns his handsome face towards the shadows from where he had come. “Aren’t we Cheri?” obscene @Cheri RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Cheri - 01-31-2022 I see us written in the Stars RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Obscene - 01-31-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
They had both lost a part of themselves when the South had fallen. He hadn’t doubted that the former Loessian Queen had understood exactly what he had needed to do on his own and had, correctly, assumed that she would need to do the same. Would need to see it for herself… By herself. Did she also see ghosts amongst the waves as he did? Or was it a different kind of spirit that haunted her? The frustration he had been battling since their return can no longer be leashed, now that they are alone. For the last few days he had been unsettlingly quiet around Aela and Cheri. He only spoke when needed, healed when and if Cheri wanted it, fell back down into bad habits, and for the most part kept his focus on the only plan they had. Find who was left and rebuild. So far the only success he had found was being reunited with Light. That and Cheri was finally no longer so brittle and breakable. There is a hardness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before but he does not flinch before it. Instead his own mouth tightens, the red of his eyes darkening with understanding. He knows that wall, he recognizes the armor she has placed herself in. Armor so similar to his own. She is illuminated with power and beauty, the crystals along her forehead shimmering with light, and one of those fog like dreams passes through his head. Like a memory. He reaches for it but as always his fingers pass right through, finding nothing to hold on to. ”If that’s what you’d like.” Her tone is as cold and calm as his own and he regards her for a moment, as if teetering on a razor edged sword. This was a conversation that was long overdue. That first day in the ruins he had felt as if he might explode at her and perhaps he would have if Aela hadn’t been present. Now his anger had cooled, there had been some time to process, but it hadn’t died out completely. Still, he does not raise his voice at her. What good would that do when she had donned her steel? Light dances above him and he glances back up at it before looking back at her. “Light is quite unhappy with you.” He finally says in clipped words that hold his smoldering vexation, searching the elegant lines of her face. “He seems to think you are the reason behind our disappearance. He isn’t wrong is he?” It’s not really a question when he already knows the answer. Exhaling slowly, he takes a step towards the mare who had uprooted his life the moment he had laid eyes on her. “What did you do?” He asks quietly, blazing eyes burning into the cool jaded stone he finds in her gaze, but his tone is surprisingly not filled with accusation. And there it is again, that wisp of something that he just can’t seem to grasp. His brow furrows, wincing, as he shakes his head and gold glitters in the pale light. “I can’t…” And the word stops on his tongue, physically unable to be said. Remember. What he had wanted to say was remember. But apparently the Fae in him had seen that word as a lie. So were these memories after all? He snorts in exasperation and tries again with more success. “I’m confused. The last certain memory I have was being here. With you. There are these other bits and pieces and they don’t seem real. I look at you..” He hesitates, trying to find a way past those cold walls, to find the chink that she had found in him. “I look at you and see hints of a life that doesn’t exist.” His gaze is unwavering as he watches her carefully. “But it did exist, didn’t it?” obscene @Cheri RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Cheri - 02-01-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Obscene - 02-01-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
”I didn’t act alone.” He is silent as she speaks, trying to make sense of the riddle she had laid before him. Usually he was a fan of puzzles, of trying to figure out the clever twist. This time he is only frustrated and when she closes his eyes to him, there is anger radiating out of his own. There is something he is missing and it pisses him off to no end. What truth is she speaking of? The truth of the magic she had casted on them or the truth that had been staring them in the face since that storm in the meadow all those years ago? He recalls standing on this bank with her, dried flecks of blood still clinging to his glittering coat and not knowing if it belonged to him, Gale, or Tantalize. He remembers looking at her and feeling so fucking tired. Tired in a way he had never felt before, a heaviness across his broad shoulders that he had never expected. Perhaps, for the first time, he had finally understood what Offspring had felt right before he had disappeared. She looks back up at him and he glowers at her and it’s as if nothing had ever changed at all. But that wasn’t true either. Things had changed immensely, especially when it came to Cheri. Obscene had given up at life at a young age. A Tephran Prince abandoned by his family with suddenly no purpose, no direction, no guidance, no magic… He had simply given up. It had been something that had infuriated Aela to no end. She could never understand his laziness, how he seemed to only do the bare minimum... If even that. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, that he didn’t have it in him somewhere. The only value he had ever had was in being a Prince, he knew how to rule and how to do it well, it had been the one thing his parents had managed to instill in him and taught him through the stories of their own successes and failures as rulers in their own right. It wasn’t that he couldn’t rise to the occasion, with or without magic… He just hated being different. Had hated being built up just to fall. Had hated feeling all the things he had been feeling and ending up entirely alone even when he had done everything right. So he simply quit. Quit caring, quit giving a fuck, quit trying to be someone. Quitting was easier. If he was going to be worthless anyways then why not just stop caring? If he could never be better than anyone, then it was easier to just be worse than them. It had been working out just fine until he had met Cheri. Since the moment he had seen her, that striking young girl that stood unwavering in the storm, he had known she was unstoppable. Every word he threw at her she took as a challenge. The more he pressed, the more she reacted. Their backgrounds couldn’t be more different and yet she broke barriers in a world he had come from and didn’t cower to anyone, least of all to the likes of him. How could anyone not look at her and admire her? How could he not admire her without constantly being reminded of his own faults and weaknesses? How could he not admire her, against his will, and hate her? How could he not admire her and fall deeply in love with her? She speaks of a parallel world, of a warning, and it’s all gibberish to him. What is clear though is what he remembers now. When he had stood there on the river, blood stained and weary, feeling overwhelmed by everything and everyone. Except for her. Looking at her was the only thing that seemed to make sense. Years ago she had asked him if he had thought her beautiful and he had laughed and told her no. Back before his ears had elongated, before magic coursed through his veins, before he could no longer lie. He tilts his regal skull at her, red eyes now simmering with something hard to place, as he finally breaks the long stretch of silence with a question he had asked her so many times and that she had always deflected or refused to answer. His voice is low and rough, crimson eyes flashing. “Have I told you lately how vile you are?” obscene @Cheri RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Cheri - 02-01-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene cue the soft indie music RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Obscene - 02-01-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
It takes a moment but he can see when his words hit her bloodstream, the crack in her armor, when her chilliness fades and her gaze smolders. It stirs something inside of him far more hungry than the snake, something that’s been gnawing at him for ages. Something he has been fighting against for a very long time. He follows the path her dark grin takes, that winds up her lips as she (finally… finally) murmurs her response. How easy the smug smirk comes back into place, twisting his own mouth into something wicked. Light senses what is happening and is quick to make an exit, flying back along the surface of the river until the only brightness comes from her. Can she see him now, even in this familiar place? This banter they’ve exchanged over and over again? His crimson eyes wander slowly down the length of her swan-like neck, along the flickering markings of her dark skin, the wild weaving tresses of her viridescent mane, right down to where her pale hooves hover over the earth. When his appraisal is done, he finds that amused look in her eyes and his smirk deepens. Only to slightly soften, loosening enough that only one corner of his mouth barely quirks upwards. “I cannot.” He breathes out two strained words, unable to break the invisible electricity that holds their gazes together. He raises his head to her, those crimson depths sparking with mischief, covering most of his unease. His vulnerability. It had always been there, hanging unsaid in situations that were always left unspoken. It had always been there for her to take from him. The words are physically incapable of being spoken from his lips. She had never asked the right questions. She had never given the right answers. Until now. She had always been the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Another step closer to her but the distance still spreads between them. “I cannot.” He whispers again and finds he can’t seem to close this gap between them. Not when he is so exposed to her now. obscene @Cheri RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Cheri - 02-01-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Obscene - 02-01-2022 Don't look back, nothing left to see I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
Time seems to slow down and all he can hear is the rapid thudding of his heart, suddenly not so heavy. Not so withered. She still smells of lillies and rainstorms, that floral scent that had haunted his dreams for all these years. She is still so irritatingly stubborn, so clever, so annoying. If he had always been a villain in her story it was only because she had been a thief in his. Stealing what he had thought belonged to him but now knows was meant for her all along. His confession is free on the wind and she glides down to snatch it and he is too caught off guard by her swiftness that he doesn’t even realize what’s happening. Can’t even register her teeth against his cheek as she looks at him as if he was the one worth devouring. He is caught in the net of her laughter as a sharp hiss of want escapes him, brings him closer to her as she steps away. A dark chuckle quickly follows her demand as the darkness closes around them. In the distance, the fairy lights twinkle but all he can focus on is the beauty before him, the curve of her back in the haloed light from her vibrant wings, the feel of a strand of green hair caught between his teeth as he pulls her to him. There will be no telling. He was done with words. No, he would show her instead. There is no mistaking the unbridled desire flaring in those vermillion eyes, the hunger in those flames that dance around his pupils. It startles him to see a mirror image in her own pale gaze, causing his heart to stutter and his pulse to race, for that smug smirk to trace along his mouth brought on by unstable confidence. “You know what I want.” In that moment, he does. He knows exactly what she wants. His teeth pull her close again, his star speckled chest pressing firmly into the curves of her own, and just as he releases the strand of her mane… Just as she whispers ”Say it.” A wicked grin forms on his mouth as he presses it just beneath her ear. Murmuring in a raw husky tone that leaves no room for mistaking his intentions. A name filled with worship and reverence. Her name, given as a prayer to the Fae. There is not an inch of her he doesn’t greedily consume. There is not a single part of her he can leave alone, if only to discover what might make her say his name in a prayer of her own. His mouth follows the svelte curve of her shoulder but not before he had tasted the sweetness of her exposed throat with a heated kiss. Not before the way he kisses her leaves them both exhilarated, bruised, and longing for more. The feel of her, the scent of her, every fantasy he had dreamed of this moment coming to pass pales in comparison to the reality. She is everything he had always thought she would be. She is everything and more. Still, he remembers that moment long ago amongst the wildflowers. When he had told her he was undone by her and wondered if she had been telling the truth in wanting to touch him… What if this was still an elaborate lie? What if it wasn't real? Whatever his uncertainties… He looks at her and finds that he is powerless to resist whatever this is anymore. They were both fallen leaders with their lands submerged to the sea. They had lost everything. They had nothing. Yet here in the darkness with her… It suddenly feels like he has everything. Her teeth pinching against the golden points of his glittering trails, the soft caress of her lips against his steaming skin. His muzzle is teasing as it traces across her backside, teeth grazing against her spotted flank, the red of his eyes rising to burn into her gaze with a demand of his own. obscene @Cheri Oh RE: There's a voice and its trying to drag me down - Cheri - 02-07-2022 I see us written in the Stars @Obscene |