06-07-2021, 07:25 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
The anger that flares within him curls itself into ash when she looks at him and says simply, Try me. "Try me next time." She doesn’t know that he has already done so. That he has chosen her and everyone else that called this place home even as he denies it to himself. There is a moment of hesitation, where she almost manages to pry a piece of steel from his hardened reserve. It becomes lost in the thrashing of the storm as she insanely moves towards the cliff. Her laughter becomes lost in the boom of thunder and then she is reaching out to trace the smears of golden makeup that line the curves of his body and he cannot help but be swept away in the wildness that she is. The thought of leaving is unthinkable, this ghost of a woman that had evaded him since he first stepped foot in the Pampas and now appears, unhinged and mad, threatening to sink or swim.
There is beauty in her brokenness and as Fae he has come to covet beautiful things.
The smugness of his lips deepens as a whisper of a kiss brushes against the corner of his mouth, his mane clinging to his drenched body with the dampness of the downpour. Every inch of him is soaked as the storm breaks above them but he doesn’t care. He never cares. Not even now as she presses closer to him to steady herself, as she screams her pain and hurt into the storm that also does not care. It takes her words selfishly, swoops them up in wind and rain, and deposits them into the ocean where they fall deep within the waves. But he listens. Listens to her as she berates the world for her loss, as her angry tears mingle with droplets of rain, as she releases her own storm from within herself into the tempest that swirls around them.
Part of him is jealous that she can admit things so freely, that she can understand these parts of pain about herself. That she can cry freely and with abandon. The rest of him is hardened to her plight, to this sense of loss from a mother that had surely not chosen death. One that would have fought to stay with her and love her. Love, if it even truly existed. Her gaze looks back to him with this last weighted confession of dying and he finds that for once he isn’t sure what to say. There are lies that bubble beneath his surface that he wishes he could speak but they all become lodged in his throat, choking him into silence. She is searching him for something and he’s not sure what it is she finds there. “Revelrie..” He starts but then she is pressing a kiss once more to the corner of his mouth and he without thought meets her soft lips with his own dark ones. A brief kiss, one that's only a whisper of the hungry ones he had placed on Cheri and explored along Aela’s body. It can’t be anything more because she has moved from him and before he can even make some sort of exclamation she has jumped.
There is a rushing in his ears that’s not purely from the storm. His mind seems to buzz like bees as his skull snakes out and teeth snap to catch at… something, anything… but finds nothing but air. Obscene was far from a selfless man. He would make you cry simply because he could. He would find joy in others pain because surely nothing could ever feel as bad as what he felt. If you tripped and fell, he would laugh and probably have been behind the reason you tripped in the first place. So when he steps off the cliff it is not because he wants to rescue her (although it is a thought in his mind, subtly hidden beneath the claim of responsibility).
Something dark, vicious, and ugly seems to explode within him. A whitewashed wall of anger that has been smoldering for years but has come to life as something… other. The anger that floods through him is at her for being so stupidly reckless and intriguing him to begin with, at himself for even giving the tiniest shit and for this inexplicable need to protect the people of his home, at Cheri for making a fool of him, at Aela for whatever secrets she kept from him, at his family that had abandoned him both horse and fae, at the stupid scared boy that he still was that even as this immortal being he could not escape the mortality of others. There is so much of it, this rage, so much of it for the entire world. An anger that burns through him, a fire that seems to wipe away all the coldness he had built around himself, and becomes something completely different.
When he steps off the cliff his hoof has already started to morph and disappear. He doesn’t register the fall, doesn’t register anything at all except a poisonous hunger that fuses into the flames of his hatred. Hatred for everything and everyone regardless if he knew them or not, if they had hurt him or not.
He had dreamed of this, a realization and the last thought that he has before this creature overtakes him. He has known what has laid dormant beneath his skin the whole time. This strange writhing sensation he has gained since he had become Fae. He had seen it in his dreams. A terrible prophecy of what he would become, what he had always been. If he could still laugh he would have then. The faeries had played one last trick and even he could appreciate the casual cruelness that had come with the gift of immortality. He was Fae after all.
What slaps against the water isn’t horse, an impact that manages to part the churning waves with a mighty splash. It is a large black twisted thing, scaled with a smattering of gold, fanged and venomous, with the angriest slitted red eyes that seem to burn a hole into whatever it looks at.
It is there and then it is gone, feral and writhing, as it sinks deep within the ocean.
There is beauty in her brokenness and as Fae he has come to covet beautiful things.
The smugness of his lips deepens as a whisper of a kiss brushes against the corner of his mouth, his mane clinging to his drenched body with the dampness of the downpour. Every inch of him is soaked as the storm breaks above them but he doesn’t care. He never cares. Not even now as she presses closer to him to steady herself, as she screams her pain and hurt into the storm that also does not care. It takes her words selfishly, swoops them up in wind and rain, and deposits them into the ocean where they fall deep within the waves. But he listens. Listens to her as she berates the world for her loss, as her angry tears mingle with droplets of rain, as she releases her own storm from within herself into the tempest that swirls around them.
Part of him is jealous that she can admit things so freely, that she can understand these parts of pain about herself. That she can cry freely and with abandon. The rest of him is hardened to her plight, to this sense of loss from a mother that had surely not chosen death. One that would have fought to stay with her and love her. Love, if it even truly existed. Her gaze looks back to him with this last weighted confession of dying and he finds that for once he isn’t sure what to say. There are lies that bubble beneath his surface that he wishes he could speak but they all become lodged in his throat, choking him into silence. She is searching him for something and he’s not sure what it is she finds there. “Revelrie..” He starts but then she is pressing a kiss once more to the corner of his mouth and he without thought meets her soft lips with his own dark ones. A brief kiss, one that's only a whisper of the hungry ones he had placed on Cheri and explored along Aela’s body. It can’t be anything more because she has moved from him and before he can even make some sort of exclamation she has jumped.
There is a rushing in his ears that’s not purely from the storm. His mind seems to buzz like bees as his skull snakes out and teeth snap to catch at… something, anything… but finds nothing but air. Obscene was far from a selfless man. He would make you cry simply because he could. He would find joy in others pain because surely nothing could ever feel as bad as what he felt. If you tripped and fell, he would laugh and probably have been behind the reason you tripped in the first place. So when he steps off the cliff it is not because he wants to rescue her (although it is a thought in his mind, subtly hidden beneath the claim of responsibility).
Something dark, vicious, and ugly seems to explode within him. A whitewashed wall of anger that has been smoldering for years but has come to life as something… other. The anger that floods through him is at her for being so stupidly reckless and intriguing him to begin with, at himself for even giving the tiniest shit and for this inexplicable need to protect the people of his home, at Cheri for making a fool of him, at Aela for whatever secrets she kept from him, at his family that had abandoned him both horse and fae, at the stupid scared boy that he still was that even as this immortal being he could not escape the mortality of others. There is so much of it, this rage, so much of it for the entire world. An anger that burns through him, a fire that seems to wipe away all the coldness he had built around himself, and becomes something completely different.
When he steps off the cliff his hoof has already started to morph and disappear. He doesn’t register the fall, doesn’t register anything at all except a poisonous hunger that fuses into the flames of his hatred. Hatred for everything and everyone regardless if he knew them or not, if they had hurt him or not.
He had dreamed of this, a realization and the last thought that he has before this creature overtakes him. He has known what has laid dormant beneath his skin the whole time. This strange writhing sensation he has gained since he had become Fae. He had seen it in his dreams. A terrible prophecy of what he would become, what he had always been. If he could still laugh he would have then. The faeries had played one last trick and even he could appreciate the casual cruelness that had come with the gift of immortality. He was Fae after all.
What slaps against the water isn’t horse, an impact that manages to part the churning waves with a mighty splash. It is a large black twisted thing, scaled with a smattering of gold, fanged and venomous, with the angriest slitted red eyes that seem to burn a hole into whatever it looks at.
It is there and then it is gone, feral and writhing, as it sinks deep within the ocean.
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