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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    protesting in your paper crown; oh vessel, darling.
    #2
    learn to read between the lines, yeah?

    (I’m taking this back to when you actually posted… so like a BQ year ago? So vess wasn’t preggers yet, and just got to Volcanic Village, if that’s not ok I can redo.)

    To say there had been a change of plans was an understatement. I had left Chamber to find my own way and instead found Chem, and man Chem was something. I didn’t know what I had walked into that night when I decided to follow him. He found me that night, I didn’t know he would become so... so… ok ok, I don’t have the word, but he matters and that means something. Anyway, I was here now, I had decided to stay, at least until I knew what was happening with Chem and I. I hadn’t been in the Village long, and it had been a struggle. Chem was never here, and I didn’t know anyone. When Chem had been here, he was dropping off some new mare. I had seen him with them, the other mares, and I saw hints of how he was with me. I wasn’t sure if that was just Chem, or if what I thought was special was in fact just a ploy to get me to stay.

    My mind’s eye was back on the path to Chamber, back to the moment Chem stopped and turned to me, and asked me to stay with him. There was something behind his eyes as he said it, something he wanted to hide. The exact emotion eluded me, but it was why I agreed to return to this place. I needed to know, that was enough, wasn’t it? Well, it was enough initially, but since then I felt so unsure and dare I say jealous. My memory fell away like the slow fat rain drops of early spring. The drops that resisted the pull of gravity, but fell first before everything came down. When I came back to the then and now there were eyes on me. They belonged to a horse or a different sort. She was striped and but more colorful than I. She approached from the distance, and I watched her as she did the same to me, then her voice fell clear and without a trace of any particular emotion. ” I’m Vessel. Pleasure. So you new here too?” I heard my own voice fall softly with a slight uplift at the end to show I wasn’t annoyed or anything.

    vessel
    nymphetamine x kimber


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    RE: protesting in your paper crown; oh vessel, darling. - by Vessel - 07-06-2016, 11:31 PM



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