10-26-2019, 01:35 AM
sometimes I'm terrified of my heart;
of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants —
She is not often found away from her twin, but she has been tentatively toying with her independence.
Stave was so enthralled by the shadow queen and Pangea, and while Desire liked both of them well enough, she wanted something else. She doesn’t know what – she can’t put a name on it, and she’s not even sure if it has one. She just knows she was born with an insatiable hunger in her heart; like it was empty and starved and it needed to be filled, but she isn’t sure how to do it. Her chest feels hollow most of the time, like an endless cavern, and her heartbeat made an echo that could sing for eternity.
She had asked Stave, once, what he did to fill up his empty heart, because she was so sure he must feel it, too, because how could he not? They were created in the same moment of time, their heartbeats formed together, and they breathed their first breaths only moments apart – and so she forgets, sometimes, that though they are made of all the same things, they are still different. His heart, she learned, was not the same as hers; and though she had thought there was nothing left to drain from hers, this revelation proved her wrong.
She doesn't know what she will find here, but, she decides it is worth being alone, at least for a little bit.
In the shadows of the forest she is almost too bright. Glittering and swirling galaxies bleed across the vibrant white of her skin, like a ghost made of stardust slipping through the trees. It’s dark here, but it does not occur to her to be afraid; she is still beautifully naive in her young age, and of course her mother never warned her of all the things that could go wrong, of all the monsters that called Beqanna home (of course Ryatah wouldn't think to warn her daughter away from the darkness).
When the black of her eyes settles on the face of the stallion swathed in shadows, there is no hesitation in the smile that brightens across her lips. “You’re alone, too?” Her voice is silvery in comparison to the darkness around them, sweet and a little breathless when she takes in his handsome face. Already she has moved closer, and the thought that this could be dangerous – to be lovely and young and alone with a stranger in the middle of a dark forest – never occurs to her. “My name is Desire.”
Stave was so enthralled by the shadow queen and Pangea, and while Desire liked both of them well enough, she wanted something else. She doesn’t know what – she can’t put a name on it, and she’s not even sure if it has one. She just knows she was born with an insatiable hunger in her heart; like it was empty and starved and it needed to be filled, but she isn’t sure how to do it. Her chest feels hollow most of the time, like an endless cavern, and her heartbeat made an echo that could sing for eternity.
She had asked Stave, once, what he did to fill up his empty heart, because she was so sure he must feel it, too, because how could he not? They were created in the same moment of time, their heartbeats formed together, and they breathed their first breaths only moments apart – and so she forgets, sometimes, that though they are made of all the same things, they are still different. His heart, she learned, was not the same as hers; and though she had thought there was nothing left to drain from hers, this revelation proved her wrong.
She doesn't know what she will find here, but, she decides it is worth being alone, at least for a little bit.
In the shadows of the forest she is almost too bright. Glittering and swirling galaxies bleed across the vibrant white of her skin, like a ghost made of stardust slipping through the trees. It’s dark here, but it does not occur to her to be afraid; she is still beautifully naive in her young age, and of course her mother never warned her of all the things that could go wrong, of all the monsters that called Beqanna home (of course Ryatah wouldn't think to warn her daughter away from the darkness).
When the black of her eyes settles on the face of the stallion swathed in shadows, there is no hesitation in the smile that brightens across her lips. “You’re alone, too?” Her voice is silvery in comparison to the darkness around them, sweet and a little breathless when she takes in his handsome face. Already she has moved closer, and the thought that this could be dangerous – to be lovely and young and alone with a stranger in the middle of a dark forest – never occurs to her. “My name is Desire.”
Desire