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washing machine heart - elio - 01-07-2020 elio gone was the way we were, just like the days we'd burn “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever thought?” Elio calls up to the birds peering irritably down at him. His gray eyes smile with some bitter and wry secret; and when the birds do not respond he simply untucks his wings and flaps them until the petulant little creatures are uprooted. With a blink the crimson appendages are made invisible, and Elio hugs them tight to his sides. He thinks that the worst thing he has ever thought is that he wishes his father will never come back. And when he thinks about what he previously thought, he realizes he still currently wishes for that blasphemous thought and . . . Elio shakes his head anxiously, a body movement that one might consider his signature, considering how often he must shake such vicious ideas from his head. “Man . . .” he whispers, then leans a tired forehead against the wrinkled tree trunk. The sun is warm and pleasantly juxtaposed with the cold wind. This peaceful winter day is not lost on Elio—for its reality sits regretfully in the forefront of his mind—but it is only not lost on him because he wishes to enjoy it. @[alaska] <3 RE: washing machine heart - alaska - 01-08-2020 If am lost, I am lost on purpose. Alaska RE: washing machine heart - elio - 01-14-2020 elio gone was the way we were, just like the days we'd burn The last thing Elio expects is to be interrupted while chatting with the birds. He knows that talking at creatures that cannot talk back is not the most . . . sane action, but he usually sits in the comfort of knowing no one is watching. Naive, yes, but Loess is large and the pegasus cannot say he cares for the thoughts of its residents. Elio whirls to peer at a pretty girl that had obviously been watching him from the beginning. It is clear that there is no way out of this, and the violence that his heart sometimes longs for begins to claw ugly hands up his throat. He swallows that anger born of fear, though—remembering what comes of those that give into their selfishness. He is a stoic, thoughtful creature; though not kind, he is unwavering and moral. And that is why when Elio meets Alaska’s gaze, it is just as unblinking and steady as hers. He lets the silence stretch for a few moments longer before answering. “I find it hard to believe someone can walk this earth and not think anything terrible.” Jealousy tears viciously at his searching heart. He wishes to know what it feels like to not grapple with anger and fear as he does. It is not all he has ever known but the pain has painted even his earliest childhood memories in a new light. “I know that I certainly have,” this he adds with a soft, rueful smile. “But now I’m curious. How do you not think anything truly terrible?” RE: washing machine heart - alaska - 01-21-2020 If am lost, I am lost on purpose. Alaska RE: washing machine heart - elio - 01-28-2020 elio gone was the way we were, just like the days we'd burn If Elio knew that this stranger has better memories with his father than he does, he might rear his head in surprise and rebuttal. He might ask her how is it that someone that steals another’s father not EVER think something terrible. He might let the bitter anger that wants to eat him alive finally chew him up and spit him out. But Elio doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how wonderful a man Wolfbane made. He doesn’t know the legacy that sits atop his shoulders. He doesn’t know that there is endless love there, between his father and his father’s children. Elio can learn a thing or two from Alaska. Maybe she can teach him how to let go, how to let the black and white mingle just enough to make gray. She looks so free, standing there with unwavering, open eyes. The way she carries herself speaks of the type of kind wisdom the universe can create—the exact opposite to the bitter wisdom Elio possesses. Perhaps Alaska will tell Elio, with that genuine and true wisdom, of all the great things his father offered her. And perhaps Elio will forgive. Though for now he observes her with stormy gray eyes, unaware of the way the universe connects the pair. He smiles shyly and shuffles his two front hooves. Elio considers revealing the invisible wings at his side, dragging his gaze from Alaska’s eyes to the blue sky and fluttering clouds. “I don’t know,” Elio finally admits. “I guess I have a lot to worry about. And I haven’t been anywhere other than Taiga and Loess, so . . . there’s never been much to think about.” He doesn’t know why he keeps talking, but he does, little bits and pieces of his secrets pouring from his mouth. “There’s always been a lot to worry in Taiga, but now that I’m in Loess . . . I have even more time to think.” Elio shrugs and blinks eyes he does not realize are zoned out on the grass to the left of Alaska. He looks back at her in panicked surprise and embarrassment, then swallows. “Sorry!” Elio gasps. @[alaska] sorry he's weird apparently !!! RE: washing machine heart - alaska - 02-22-2020 If am lost, I am lost on purpose. Alaska |