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Wallace; - Tiphon - 11-08-2018 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON
He almost hesitated to find her, to address what elapsed during their first meeting. Somehow, she knew him. Although she said his name, it was with a barbed tongue that startled him. To have confronted her then, in the heated arrival of her family, would have been poor judgment on his part, so he bided his time. Once they determined their numbers and reassured all were safe, Tiphon slipped away since no one seemed to be in dire need of his assistance. They’ve since clustered the island, but he doesn’t at all mind. This is a sanctuary for all. Conversations ring across the open sky when Tiphon stirs from his rest and scales the hills and forests. His is lackadaisical in manner as he seizes the opportunity to observe and memorize the forgotten and overgrown trails. His molten eyes occasionally peer up at the palms then sideways to the gurgling stream. A smile gradually spreads as the sun blankets across his porcelain body. This could easily be home. It is just a matter of work and effort to dust away the cobwebs and entice many others to find refuge here. It will happen, he knows. Something in his gut tells him it will work out. It’s during his musings that Tiphon finally discovers her. A smile threatens to broaden across his handsome face, but he suppresses it with the reminder of their latest encounter. Stepping out from the sea of tropical plants, he finds himself in front of her. ”Hello again,” he begins slowly, his mind already reeling. The way she knew him – and greeted him – was enough cause of concern, but what worried him most is that he remembers nothing but others remember him. ”We’ve met before, but I genuinely cannot remember. I’m sorry.” The confession hesitates in his throat. He shifts uncomfortably as a sense of failure washes across him, choking him of air until he musters the strength to swallow it and ask for help. ”Can you remind me? Maybe tell me if we have a history? I only remember the name of Ischia, but nothing more.” TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Wallace] RE: Wallace; - Wallace - 11-09-2018 Lacey She was tired of the pain. After so long, it should've turned to numbness. Wasn't it always supposed to go numb at some point? But it never did, not really. She had no reason to love this deep, not especially him. Not after everything. Not when he'll never let himself be enough. Not when she could never possibly be enough. She was too plain, too young. Her love was too real. She wanted too much. RE: Wallace; - Tiphon - 11-09-2018 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON
It doesn’t escape his notice how tartly she reacts to him, how easy it is for her to scoff and turn away. He reads all of this, wanting nothing more than to peel back the layers and investigate further. There are reasons for this, but he cannot fathom. Had he been cruel before? A contributor to the darkness that now shrouds Beqanna? It worries him, and the concern reaches his face as he looks at her, his smile immediately faltering. ”Ea,” he echoes with a frown, his expression furrowed thoughtfully but with no success. ”And Ashley? Two mares?” Was that truly how Ischia came to be? Him with two women at his side? It escapes him that Ashley had been a male, and that Ea was truly the leader among them while Tiphon merely supported her and the vision she had for their home. All the memories and the roles he played once before escape him, but he doesn’t understand why. The names she offers and the punctuated explanation only frustrate him further, but not toward her – at himself. ”No,” he reiterates with a shrug, ”they don’t ring a bell.” Even with her eyes trained on him, Tiphon wracks his mind hoping that something – anything – will shake loose. He has no memory of what he had once been, and the fact of it haunts him as Wallace snaps at him, still irritated. A low hum vibrates through his core as his molten eyes fall to the sand before climbing back up to her face where he tries desperately to search her eyes for the reasons that do not come. Our history was nothing, she quips. It doesn’t matter. Tiphon didn’t realize how her response would stab into him, twisting deeper into his heart. ”Then why do you seem mad?” Wallace is the first – and only – one to recognize him from a life he has no recollection of. She is a flame, he a moth; he flocks to her, wants to be as close as he can and hear her reminisce. The magnetism edges him a step closer and keeps her from leaving. ”It does matter.” He pauses, refraining yet from lifting her chin in kindhearted hopefulness because that can’t fix everything. ”It matters to me.” And it does, truly. His heart yearns to mend her wounds, to apply a balm to the pain of her past misgivings in life. If he had been cruel then, he wants to rectify it as much as he can. He wants to make right of what he did wrong. With a heavy breath, Tiphon drops his head to below hers for a few heartbeats, mulling over what may come. ”Tell me everything.” TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Wallace] She could mess with him or be sweet or get the man of her dreams hahaha RE: Wallace; - Wallace - 11-09-2018 Lacey The corner of her mouth tightened, quirked a little, when he assumed Ashley was a second mare. Hah! He was attractive enough, sure. But no, certainly not two mares. RE: Wallace; - Tiphon - 11-13-2018 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON
She scoffs, she looks away, she hesitates. Everything points him to her agitation and to her unwillingness to divulge, but he almost retracts his question. Does it hurt her so much to admit what may or may not have happened? Ideas tumble around in his head, unrestrained and boggled. Nothing makes sense. He cannot grasp what he doesn’t know. Quietly, Tiphon’s jaw clenches under the pressure of simply not knowing. They say ignorance is bliss, and yet he finds himself brimming with confusion and a need to know. Tell me, he almost repeats, but Wallace begins walking away with a sense of dismissal hanging from the edge of her tongue. Naturally, he follows her, keeping close to her side as his wings first shuffle in anticipation then fall still with disbelief. ”I didn’t like you?” His eyes narrow in bewilderment, his head spinning with reasons why, but he can’t come to a conclusion. ”Why? You seem pleasant enough. That doesn’t make sense,” he remains adjacent to her, never letting her slip from his grasp when she has the answers he so desperately crave. ”I must’ve been a damn fool.” He cannot blame her youth when she offers it so willfully. His rebuttal is a quiet, dismissing shake of his head. No, he was the problem – not her. What could she have possibly done that would’ve deterred him? Although she is rather quick to try pushing him aside, he cannot picture anything worse than that. ”I’m sorry.” The two words are thick with sincerity, coupled with an expression that softens the chiseled edges of his face. It would be easy to simply tell her that he doesn’t know, that his memory is simply lacking, but Tiphon tries to dive deeper. His brow furrows in concentration and his lips purse tightly in a thin line. He wills images and memories to mind, desperately wanting something to surface that had been so long suppressed, but his attempts are futile. A resigned sigh escapes him. ”I don’t know,” he confesses as his gaze falls, ”I just remember darkness. There was nothing around me. A voice woke me up saying that I needed to be a light in the darkness, but I didn’t know why. The voice told me my name and my parents, and I even have a twin… but nothing more. I remember nothing except the abysmal darkness I was trapped in.” He didn’t expect it to be so painful to admit. The crackling of his heart nearly echoes in his ears as his eyes lift again to meet hers, defeated. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Wallace] RE: Wallace; - Wallace - 11-18-2018 this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face Wallace RE: Wallace; - Tiphon - 11-26-2018 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON
He starves for answers, but Wallace gives him naught. Searching glances and dismissing sighs leave him empty-handed, staring at her in hopes that there will be more, that she will sate his hunger. Tell me, he had said, but still there is so little being added to the plate. Perhaps, it is for the best, he wonders. This could be a clean slate, a new beginning, because maybe he forgot his life for a reason. It isn’t an easy theory to swallow. His jaws clench tightly together as his molten eyes dart back and forth before lifting to hers again in time to see her smile. ”Will I though?” He answers uncertainly as his head tilts to the side. ”Have I?” Wallace reassures him that it will work out, that he will be as wonderful as he has always been. His head shakes, trying to rattle loose the thoughts crowding him – the fears, the disappointments, the possibilities – but everything clutches desperately to his consciousness, not wanting to let go or let him breathe. ”I didn’t like you and I had vanished. How is that at all wonderful?” There’s a rising sharpness in his voice as his face shadows in thought. Abruptly, Tiphon swerves away from her side, turning to the canal where he can see the mainland a short ways away. There are threads of his past twisted in the seams of this world, yet he remembers almost nothing of it. His head shakes. His breathing quickens at first, but he controls it again. He questions himself. When she asks for his plan, Tiphon initially looks down to the sand, watching as it shifts beneath his weight. Life seems so content here, in this moment. Families are reuniting. They are tending to one another. For the time being, everyone is as carefree as they can be despite the plague racing across the mainland. Shrugging, he eventually turns again to look at her, the sunlight dancing across his porcelain back. ”Yes, we have healers.” He doesn’t add that it appears not enough. Something is better than nothing. ”Everyone is bringing their families here now. It’s a refuge. I’m overseer, it seems, but I’m not making a call to order until much of the chaos has subsided. Who knows. Maybe when this plague ends, this island will disappear again.” He blinks and shuffles his wings, his musings fluttering across his mind. ”We will conquer this plague first and make everyone comfortable. Once Beqanna is healed, and if this island survives, then we will figure something out.” Not him, but ‘we.’ This isn’t a dictatorship. This isn’t solely his island. With open arms, he has welcomed a multitude of others as they flee from the sickness. It’s only right that they try making decisions together, to try developing a harmonious life. ”In the meantime, I want to know everyone. I want to see the families I’m trying to help,” a small grin softens the sharp edges of his face and breaks his spell of stoicism, ”And I want to know the real you. This is only a shell of what you were.” An assumption – a bold one – but he holds onto it, hoping that he is right, hoping that there is more underneath her jaded surface. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Wallace] RE: Wallace; - Wallace - 11-28-2018 this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face Wallace RE: Wallace; - Tiphon - 11-30-2018 BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING OF MOVING ON
Wallace’s eyes open widely, and he quietly notices with a sideways glance. Her surprise almost elicits a grin – humored, at least – but somehow Tiphon manages to keep his expression contemplative. His brows furrow because he is still considering the possible outcome of their island. If it survives, what then? Who will stay? The magnitude of the situation didn’t get a chance to settle before he responded to her, but now its wake ripples in the forefront of his mind. His broad answer seems to have sufficed for now, but soon there will be a greater demand from him. Such as familiarizing himself with the population, just as a start. Looking at Wallace and seeing the dullness in her gaze confirms his beliefs. Her confession solidifies it. Intently, he listens and clutches the words tightly to his chest. He can relate, but at least her memory remains intact. She can likely recall what changed in her, how it happened. Unlike Tiphon, she can learn and move on if she so pleased. But her challenge almost seems to mean she doesn’t. ”Just a feeling,” he admits when their eyes hold onto each other, a crooked grin lifting the corner of his mouth. ”I think there’s more to you than meets the eye.” Not that it is bad, this subdued version of her with the dismissive eye rolls and quips. Wallace has already added color to his black-and-white world; she has added awe and fascination. Although there is doubt in her gaze, Tiphon’s opinion remains unyielding, his own face remaining softened by his grin. ”We can learn about ourselves together then,” if she has forgotten herself, her old self, then they already have something in common. They can try to piece themselves together, or they can reform in ways they never expected. ”It could be fun.” Tiphon breaks their distance; he shatters the space between them when he reaches forward to bump her shoulder. His muzzle presses to her soft skin, electricity shooting through him during the brief contact. When he withdraws, his smile wavers. It nearly flickers from existence but his eyes are still bright, still hopeful. ”When all of this is over – the plague, I mean – will you go back to Ischia? Or will you stay here with me?” If the island even survives, he thinks but never says in fear that it would make it true. The idea of their little paradise sinking beneath the waves churns his stomach, but he mutely vows to somehow keep it afloat. TIPHON STARLACE AND INFECTION @[Wallace] RE: Wallace; - Wallace - 12-01-2018 this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face Wallace |