you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you
What am I doing here? She wonders, turning her ears back at the anger in his voice. Kensa is not docile no matter what her beauty might lead one to believe and for a split second she wants to tell him to go fuck himself and push past to find better company in hail and thunder. Maybe it seemed she did not believe or thought him a turncoat, her mind creates a dozen possible firing pins for his increased anger before finally settling on the fact that Brigade simply does not like her. Still, Kensa doesn’t leave, only switches her tail at her hocks and turns toward the subject of Hyaline.
He must think I’m an idiot.
Yet still she tells him about mountains, and canyons, forgetting the fruit trees or the soft meadows in favor of jagged stone and cold water that will paralyze and drown. These are the beauties: the things that will break you.
Hope changes her posture, her chin tucking and topaz eyes losing the guard that had come up when his voice had gone sharp. “It is.” She says softly, and he cannot know she thinks him beautiful for the same reasons, that her eyes chase the minute changes in his features in this very moment with rapt attention. It feels like survival. She is disappointed when the hardness returns, but only a little. Brigade meets her invitation with ferocity and her heart races, her head drops a fraction but her ears do not spin back again.
The electricity that wants to ribbon along her sides and burn her up is just the charges in the air waiting to summon white light down from the heavens, is it not? It is she who gives ground, who steps closer, each hoof lifting and settling again cautiously. “Yes, I would.” She answers stopping where she is, begging herself not to be so stupid as to reach out to him.
“Would you come?”
So like the first thing she'd said to him, but her voice is huskier now, less certain of her own power.
Kensa
@[brigade]
