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to the edge of all we've ever known; thomas - Lilt - 09-19-2019 { and all we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow but you're friction } The first thing she had noticed about the world was how bright it was. She had been born just as dawn was breaking across the tops of the trees, sunlight filtering through the autumn-colored leaves of Sylva. She remembers the glowing stars on her mother’s side, and the way the light of her father’s halo illuminated his golden face. And to her, that’s what the world was – golden. And incredibly quiet. She didn’t notice, of course, that there was anything different about her. She didn’t realize it wasn’t normal that she hadn’t heard the way her mother had murmured Lilt into her ear, but Starsin had noticed something was off almost immediately. Her daughter’s thoughts didn’t seem to react or register anything that was spoken, and she couldn’t deny the twinge in her chest at realizing she was deaf. But everything else about her – the promise of a horn on her small forehead, the tiny wings that lay folded against her vibrant, glowing sides – was flawless, and even though a part of Starsin knew her daughter would learn to overcome every challenge thrown at her, she was still fiercely protective. Because of this, the little girl was rarely out of her mother’s sight, and today was no different. As desperately as she wanted to keep her sheltered in the safety of Sylva, or with one of her elder siblings, she also knew the only way she was going to learn how to survive in the world was to do something on her own. Glancing down at Lilt, Starsin can feel her chest tightening – and somewhere, in Ophie’s rib cage, her heart was clenching and twisting, and it was only the reassuring flutter of his heart that lends her the strength to place her lips against Lilt’s forehead, and say softly, “I’ll be back later, okay?” She knows she can’t hear her, but it was a difficult habit to break. Lilt blinked up at her with her silver eyes, and even though she couldn’t fully comprehend what her mother said, she has learned her body language and the worry that always seemed to cloud her usually intense blue eyes when she looked at her, and she says in her whisper of a voice, “I’ll be okay. You’ll be back when it’s dark?” Once Starsin has finally left – or at least, disappeared from Lilt’s line of sight – the filly realizes that for the first time, she is completely alone. Hugging her wings tightly to her sides she takes a few tentative steps forward. She can see other children playing in the distance, but she is suddenly overcome with an overwhelming sense of unease and shyness. There have been a few times that she has accidentally shattered things as she passed, or when bumping into them. What if she did that here? Looking over her shoulder, and not seeing the familiar face of her mother, she finally settles beneath the great branches of a tree. Leaning her shoulder against the rough bark, she sighs, watching them all with worried eyes. Lilt
RE: to the edge of all we've ever known; thomas - thomas - 09-22-2019 and I'm the kind of love it hurts to look at, but once I was enough to make you try
He caught sight of himself in the water once. THOMAS — and you don't care for me enough to cry — RE: to the edge of all we've ever known; thomas - Lilt - 10-12-2019 { and all we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow but you're friction } A shift of her silver eyes and she sees him, a flash of brilliant copper in the sun. She doesn’t straighten herself up, not yet. Instead she just watches him, watches the way he moves across the grass, and she can see that he is different. He is different, but not in the way she is different. He’s different because he is beautiful, and as he draws closer – coming towards her, she realizes, and that makes her pulse jump – she can see that he is fragile. She is beautiful, too, but she is destructive. She doesn’t mean to be. She is almost nothing like her mother, even though she inherited her ability. Starsin used her shattering when her anger reached such a peak that she didn’t know how else to express herself – when the only thing she could conjure was an explosion, a physical manifestation of her hurt and rage. But Lilt has never known anger, or even hurt. She doesn’t know why sometimes the things she touches fall apart. She doesn’t know why they splinter and break, sometimes even without her touching them. It’s why when this boy comes closer she isn’t even worried about how she won’t be able to hear him. Instead she is looking at his beautiful glass body, and how he gleams in the beams of light, and she is thinking of how easy it would be to break him apart. His lips move, and for a moment she is trapped in the silence between them. She straightens her shoulder away from the tree, and the wind plays with the silken feathers of her wings. She shakes her head no, even though she doesn’t know what he said, and she wonders if he will see the apprehension and confusion in her eyes. Slowly, she was learning to read lips, but she hadn’t been paying close enough attention. “I can’t...I can’t hear,” she says in a voice that is hardly above a whisper, because she is so afraid of being too loud. “You should be careful,” she continues, ducking her delicate head, and the sun catches the golden sheen of her horn, and the black of her forelock hides her worried eyes. “I...I break things.” She lifts her eyes back to him, a tentative smile touching the edge of her lips. “Even pretty things.” Lilt
RE: to the edge of all we've ever known; thomas - thomas - 10-13-2019 and I'm the kind of love it hurts to look at, but once I was enough to make you try
His world is so small. THOMAS — and you don't care for me enough to cry — RE: to the edge of all we've ever known; thomas - Lilt - 10-25-2019 { and all we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow but you're friction } She has never been in a situation before where she has wished that she could hear so badly as she did right now. It is not just because she is humiliated and frustrated, though she is absolutely both of those things. Her parents and her older brother seemed to know her inside and out; it was like she was born being able to communicate with them. It wasn’t a struggle, and in a way it had given her a false sense of ease. She had thought for awhile that it would be like this with everyone. That she could look at them the way she did her family and that they would know how to express themselves in a way that she would understand. She did not have to hear her mother’s voice to know when Starsin was irritated, and she did not have to hear whatever it is her father manages to say to bring a smile back to her face. She can see it all on their faces, she can read them plain as day. But he was different. She doesn’t know how to read him, and she is sure that he doesn’t know how to read her. She can’t even be certain if he understood what she meant when she had so carefully whispered that she couldn’t hear, and now she was worried over how foolish she would look if she repeated herself. Beyond even that, though, she so badly wanted to know what his voice sounded like. She wanted to know what words sounded like when spoken from a glass mouth, if it was different from everyone else’s. He is unlike anything she has ever seen before, and she cannot imagine that his voice is any less unique. She thinks, much like his face, that she would know that voice anywhere that she might hear it. If only, if only. He takes a step forward, and she responds by shifting backwards ever so slightly. Her wings continue to hug tighter to her glowing sides, as though that might somehow keep her from shattering him apart. She focuses on his lips, then, chewing on her own worriedly as she tries to decipher what he’s saying. It was a question, she can tell by the tilt of his head, and she thinks she can make out the word ‘break’. “Sometimes when I touch things, they just fall apart,” she answers him tentatively, her silver eyes captivated by the way the sun still reflected off his face. “And you...you look easy to break.” Lilt
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