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RE: you were my coming down, any - kensley - 08-23-2020 i swore the days were over of courting empty dreams
i worshiped at the altar of losing everything
![]() @[Aela] RE: you were my coming down, any - Aela - 08-31-2020 ![]() Aela recalls very little of the mother that named her. Her name is the only thing that she has carried with her from her old life. There is a memory at the back of her mind that she'll recall when she's older; when she is ready to realize who she is and what she comes from. There will come a day when she remembers why she so dislikes the pitch dark and the water. When that day comes, she will remember @[kensley] too. She will remember the horror haunting his expression. She will remember the terror written along the fine lines of his gray face. And most importantly, she will remember his eyes. She will remember how they had been like stillwater and then how quickly they turned like a tide. Maybe that is why now, as a girl, she takes the step back. She remembers the water and how angry it had been. She remembers the black wave behind her and she remembers that primal instinct to run. If there is a twinge of panic in his chest, it becomes rampant and wild in Aela's chest. There it spirals, tempted to spin out of control. The girl is standing still - though her eyes have grown wide and deep like a never-ending well - and her small chest suddenly labors to keep up the with the heart that frenzies within her. It beats loudly, like a war drum, but Aela is too young and inexperienced to know the rhythm. His mother had called him Kensley, he tells her. (And Aela realizes she has no memory of her own naming; she remembers Heartfire speaking it aloud and Kota calling her that. But there is no memory of when or why the name was given.) It might not belong to him anymore and that terrifies her - for him or for her, she doesn't know. Their emotions have become so intertwined that even though there are no images passing between them, Aela thinks she lost her name too. She imagines that she is lost in the fog with him. And like her shadows, there is something about the fog of his mind she finds terrifying. It makes her reaction an almost thoughtless one. Aela who has never known a father, who knows nothing of the brothers who would have loved her, reaches for him. She doesn't reach up this time. The petite filly takes a pressing step forward and another before ambling up and pressing into him. Aela tucks herself there like there is no other place in the world she could possibly fit. There are no memories to share; the only thing that echoes between them are the frenzied beats of her heart that feels as if it will burst out of her tiny chest. AELA she had a marvelous time ruining everything html by castlegraphics; art by KHARTHIAN RE: you were my coming down, any - kensley - 09-11-2020 i swore the days were over of courting empty dreams
i worshiped at the altar of losing everything
![]() RE: you were my coming down, any - Aela - 09-16-2020 ![]() She’s trembling. (When had that started?) Aela is not a weak-willed girl (nor will she become an uncertain woman). Perhaps it had been the absence of Kensley and the sudden emergence of him that has startled her. There had been nothing there - nothing of substance, nothing of cognizance - when she had first stumbled upon him. He had been a comfort because there was nothing to remind her of what others often try to forget. There are many thoughts in a day, many memories recollected. But it is so often the ones that a soul pushes away that Aela finds - tragedy, sorrow, heartbreak, betrayal. (Maybe that is why Aela tries to avoid the echoes all-together and that the few she identifies with are the opposite of those. Better to recognize those emotions than the ones she had been created from. A soul can only take so much weight.) He had been a comfort because he was nothing to her and now, he becomes something. There is still fear coursing in her veins, sparking, and lighting her legs in an itch to run. Her skin continues to quiver, lightning striking beneath that lovely gold coat. But she huddles closer to him and though she tells herself his name is @[kensley], she also gives him names like Storm-Chaser and Lightning-Striker. He comforts her with his touch, his head resting on her small back. Don’t be afraid, he tells (answers) the rolling thunder in her chest. It subsides. The shaking. The trembling. The storms raging beneath her skin (and perhaps between them?) stills. It passes. Aela knows nothing of his past; of his daughter and what he considers his failures. She doesn't know why he had crafted himself - his core - into something that reminded her of ice. Cold, frozen, unyielding. Aela only knows that he tells her not to be afraid and so she believes him, like a daughter would a father. AELA she had a marvelous time ruining everything html by castlegraphics; art by KHARTHIAN |