06-25-2021, 05:17 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
He had not seen her since he had shed his fur for scales and landed with a heavy splash in the churning dark waters of the sea. It was hard to tell if one had been avoiding the other since that encounter and perhaps he did justify his reasoning of not seeking her out behind a myriad of excuses. Political trips, the never-ending rivalry with Cheri, the relationship between he and his Seneschal which had quickly blurred the lines from their professional relationship into something else.…Something more.
However it is shame and fear that share the cold space with his shriveled heart and that is why he truly avoids Revelrie since that storm on the cliff. At first he hadn’t even been sure she had lived, that she hadn’t plummeted with him into the dark recesses of the ocean. Part of him had wondered with dread and guilt if perhaps he had done something to her, if the serpent had taken her for itself. He had prowled the rocky shore after, looking for signs of death or evidence of her passing. It was only when he caught a fresh whiff of her scent amongst the tall Pampas grasses that he breathed a little easier. That he allowed some of that guilt to fade.
She was as elusive as ever but the signs of her remained if one knew where to look.
As summer fades and the days grow colder, he finds himself alone more often. Aela had started to distance herself from him, coy as ever, focused only on business instead of pleasure. Of course this confused the young immortal who did not understand the importance of the seasons. The fae that had looked after him had never gone into depths about sex education, perhaps figuring he knew enough. He did not. What he knew went as far as what Aela had allowed him. There had been another when the golden mare had started to withdraw, a mare who he hadn’t even caught the name of, that he had turned to in rather a fit of spite and loneliness after a particularly nasty run-in with Cheri. There had never been any set “rules” between him and Aela, no definition of what exactly they had become. Regardless, he hadn’t liked the feeling of a one night stand and the pressing emotions it left and so he simply waited. Waited for Aela to set her sights back on him.
But he thought often of the smoky mare and her gold markings. The brightness in her eyes and the way she had pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before diving like a madwoman off the cliff with lightning flashed around her. It is the middle of autumn when the skies cloud over again with gray and rain drizzles in the late afternoon as he finds a familiar place on that same cliff and watches the storm breaking on the horizon. He watches and he waits. Waits to see if perhaps today he might finally be able to see a ghost.
However it is shame and fear that share the cold space with his shriveled heart and that is why he truly avoids Revelrie since that storm on the cliff. At first he hadn’t even been sure she had lived, that she hadn’t plummeted with him into the dark recesses of the ocean. Part of him had wondered with dread and guilt if perhaps he had done something to her, if the serpent had taken her for itself. He had prowled the rocky shore after, looking for signs of death or evidence of her passing. It was only when he caught a fresh whiff of her scent amongst the tall Pampas grasses that he breathed a little easier. That he allowed some of that guilt to fade.
She was as elusive as ever but the signs of her remained if one knew where to look.
As summer fades and the days grow colder, he finds himself alone more often. Aela had started to distance herself from him, coy as ever, focused only on business instead of pleasure. Of course this confused the young immortal who did not understand the importance of the seasons. The fae that had looked after him had never gone into depths about sex education, perhaps figuring he knew enough. He did not. What he knew went as far as what Aela had allowed him. There had been another when the golden mare had started to withdraw, a mare who he hadn’t even caught the name of, that he had turned to in rather a fit of spite and loneliness after a particularly nasty run-in with Cheri. There had never been any set “rules” between him and Aela, no definition of what exactly they had become. Regardless, he hadn’t liked the feeling of a one night stand and the pressing emotions it left and so he simply waited. Waited for Aela to set her sights back on him.
But he thought often of the smoky mare and her gold markings. The brightness in her eyes and the way she had pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before diving like a madwoman off the cliff with lightning flashed around her. It is the middle of autumn when the skies cloud over again with gray and rain drizzles in the late afternoon as he finds a familiar place on that same cliff and watches the storm breaking on the horizon. He watches and he waits. Waits to see if perhaps today he might finally be able to see a ghost.
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