isn't it lovely all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone
He is different than the others she has met, but she cannot single out why. He doesn’t make her feel the way Tiercel did, he can’t fill her up with emotion (it was fabricated and fake, but the closest she could come to it) in that way, but she is drawn to him all the same. He reminds her a little of the star stallion she had met, but somehow…more. The energy that radiated from him seemed bigger, more distinct. He was looking at her like he knew her, like he could see past the cold marble that was her face and to the star that was trapped beneath.
She didn’t know how else to connect with anyone, other than to listen to that magnetic pull inside her chest.
He steps closer, and she doesn’t flinch away, but she doesn’t reach for him, either. She watches him, taking in the expressive face – he is quiet, subdued, but still so much more vivid than she has ever been. The lines of his face did not seem to be carved from stone, and she watched the way his lips tilt into a smile and how different emotions reflect in his amber eyes. She wonders what he must think when he looks at her, if he is bothered by the infinite darkness of her eyes, or if it disturbs him when nothing flickers across her impassive face. “But where are we going?”
@[Ten]