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anyone; - Tiphon - 11-02-2016 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON The wind was all he needed. With his wings outstretched Tiphon took flight from the island and watched as the world shrunk away. This is the most he has trusted his small wings after weeks of having strengthened them. With Beqanna still recovering he takes to assuming that he will never again see his own majestic wings or the magic he knows to course through his veins. The only taste of it is if he travels to the Mountain for that succulent tease of what once was. He spares it a glance during his flight. The titanic peak juts through the clouds and reigns supreme as the largest landmark. It almost mocks him with how it stands with an occasional glimmer of magic peeking through the shadows. Tilting away he tries to look elsewhere, but eventually finds himself nearing the meadow. His arrival is muted and calculated. His hooves alight onto the grass with hardly a whisper and with practiced accuracy. It has been a while since he has been here. Last he had seen a great mass still scrambling for refuge, but the buzzing activity has since settled. Homes have been established and now children will soon be on the way. Life, as always, continues after the disasters. With a weighted breath he stands immobile and lets himself fall victim to his brewing thoughts. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION RE: anyone; - Pevensie - 11-02-2016 la la la, some text here probably two lines will fit best RE: anyone; - Tiphon - 11-02-2016 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON Crashing. Burning. Flooding. It’s all coming back now. The memories are reliving themselves and play like movies on the back of his eyelids when he blinks. It’s like the earth is trembling again and devouring itself all while they are scrambling and panicking. There are screams piercing the sooty air and choking many others. He watched, but he didn’t run. He worried, but he didn’t lose himself in the chaos. Her voice somehow trespasses into his thoughts and in his mind he is looking around for the source. There is no familiarity in it and he wonders if perhaps Moose was trying to speak to him somehow, but then there is a gentle breeze that he inhales in which her scent is most prominent. It stirs him and he blinks slowly before looking into her eyes while she looks into his. A breath catches in his throat and his lips purse into a thin line as he nods in agreement with her. ”Troubled thoughts consume us all if we allow them,” he speaks from experience and his muscles quiver in recognition. ”Perhaps I shouldn’t be alone,” he immediately welcomes her company as a distraction, but her question reminds him how little of a distraction it will be. ”Beqanna turned on itself,” he replies flatly with a heavyhearted sigh. Everything is playing over again and again and he can see the Dale crumbling. ”Everything we knew and loved was destroyed, and to top it off the magic was stripped from our bodies and stored there,” his gilded eyes peer up toward the sierra in the distance, ”in that Mountain.” This life as a mortal is foreign and he is quickly succumbing to the idea that he has finally met his end. Perhaps this is how Beqanna is telling him that he has served his purpose and that he is no longer needed. ”Be happy you weren’t here to witness it.” His gaze levels on her again but this time there is a gleam of sadness as he reflects on the demise of his Dale. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION RE: anyone; - Pevensie - 11-03-2016 just because it's happening inside your head doesn't mean it isn't real RE: anyone; - Tiphon - 11-08-2016 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON ”We all lost a great part of ourselves,” he murmurs after her explanation of the sun, of the warmth that once enveloped her at all hours and ignited her soul. The wisps of her soul that clutched tightly to the light have been tattered and destroyed. She, much like Tiphon, is lost and senses that emptiness. He looks at her apologetically, as if this is all his fault, but he knows that he had no say or power in Beqanna’s uprising. It happened and they have no option but to adapt. ”Life goes on. I’m sure there is something for you to focus on such as the fact that you are still here, still alive.” Lives must have been lost in the disaster because the world seems to be lacking in some way, but he could be wrong. Despite the sorrow – the pain – coursing through him, Tiphon still tries to reassure her (and himself). His heart is aching, his eye longing when he peers up to the gray clouds looming above. That’s where he so often ventured with wings so magnificent that he hardly exerted energy to soar. These replacements (here, he peers back at them with a drooping frown) are meek and nothing in comparison to what he once had, what he needs. They provide him transport, but not enjoyment. They are an ongoing tease of what he used to be. ”Everything.” he flatly repeats after her while taking a single step forward. They are near enough to touch, but he doesn’t yet reach for her skin or pull her into an embrace. The opportunity is taken to allow her digestion of the information. Every word he says, every truth of Beqanna, are knives burying deeper into her flesh. The news is ripping her heart from her chest and choking her with emotion. All he can do is watch and wish he could mend her pain, but her life and her memories were invested in the lands Beqanna lost. Everything she has ever known is gone. With a roll of his shoulders and a dropped expression he makes a placid offer, one that he places his own heart into. ”Come to Ischia with me,” it isn’t the Dale or the Falls or the Desert, but in a small way it’s a mixture of each. ”It’s an island north of here. It truly is beautiful there, a paradise with beaches, freshwater springs, and tropical forests.” A smile tries to spread across his golden lips, his gentle gaze finding hers. ”I was King of the Dale once, and though it may be gone, the memories are still with me just as those of your home are forever with you. We must move on and continue to live, to thrive.” It’s in this moment that he finally reaches forward and nudges her in comfort. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Resound] |