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ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - Pteron - 02-29-2020 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak His broken wing will heal, but he has never broken it quite this badly before, and it seems that even with the aid of regenerative magic, some things take time. Unable to fly, the tobiano had been forced to depart the northern woods on foot. He had not expected each step to shake away a little bit of weight, and yet even with the ache in his wing, Pteron feels as light as one of his own feathers as he looks north into Hyaline. He is not quite happy, not yet, but he is far closer to it than he has been in years. Pteron smiles, and steps down into the valley. Aegean is ahead of him somewhere, and Pteron is determined to find him. Exactly what will happen after that he is not certain, but for once it does not matter. There’s no need to plan for anything beyond that. Pteron tosses his blue forelock behind one dun ear and continues down the slope, a faint smile on his face as he goes. @[aegean] -- pteron -- RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - aegean - 02-29-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead Aegean no longer knows what it means to have a home—not really. The idea has bled from him a long time ago, leaving instead an emptiness that rings inside of him, a siren’s call that takes him further and further into the depths of his own imaginings. He leaves the outside world, in his own way. He withdraws completely from it, choosing instead to paint his own reality and find some level of comfort within it. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - Pteron - 02-29-2020 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak Taiga falls further from his thoughts, and with it the offer of the rough-faced mare and the curious swell to Lilliana’s sides. Those things are unimportant. Blue fades to red in the sky overhead, and later still sunset bleeds into blackness. Distant stars blink overhead, and Pteron pauses now and then to look up at them. Many are familiar, though placed differently than he’s grown used to seeing this time of year. The moon is little more than a crescent, and Pteron is grateful that the promise of snow was a delicate flurry rather than a winter storm. The wind died with the sun, and so the flakes drift down slowly. By dawn they will blanket the forest floor, but tonight they only add a glimmer to the path along which Pteron travels. The glitter a little more brightly, and it takes him a moment to realize it. The moment he does, stars crash to the earth around him, a shattering illusion. Pteron blinks his olive eyes against the brightness. When he does, Aegean is standing in front of him. This time, for the first time, the antlered stallion is just as Pteron remembers him. Aegean is as perfect as at their last meeting, pristine and ethereal in the soft glow of his own light. Pteron smiles, and it is as relieved as it is joyful. The amethyst-eyed stallion is unharmed; his worry had been in vain. Unharmed, but is he happy? Pteron had wished that for him despite their last conversation a year ago, and his olive gaze flicker across the familiar face in an effort to find it. “It’s me,” he answers pointlessly, too busy drinking in the sight of Aegean unharmed to think of something clever. “I missed you,” he says instead of something charming. @[aegean] -- pteron -- RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - aegean - 03-15-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead It doesn’t feel real. It’s difficult to think of how it ever could. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead @[Pteron] RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - Pteron - 03-20-2020 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak Once, the words might have crushed him. Once, when he was primed to assume the very worst, the statement would have broken him. Once, but not any more. He knows better now, knows to wait for everything to be said, knows to not jump to the worst conclusion. The worst might be coming, Pteron knows, but he will gain nothing by fearing it too early. Instead he waits, his ears flicking to catch each word and a faint smile at the edge of his mouth. “Well,” he says soothingly, a gentle shrug of his winged shoulders wordlessly indicating the task of creating his image is an understandably difficult one. “It is rather hard to recreate perfection.” His face is too perfectly still to be serious, the arched brow frozen at its peak during the silence that follows. There are a thousand ways that he could fill that silence. A younger man would have done so, freely professing the emotions that rattle within him. Instead he quiets them, releases the tension through a casual resettling of his left wing. Rather than spill out an explanation for his behavior at their last meeting, Pteron chooses to find out if one is even necessary. He has wished Aegean happy each day they have been apart, but has the other man become so content that reminding him of the past would be painful? Pteron cannot bear the thought of hurting him. “Have you tried recently?” He asks, or have you moved on in the year since I pushed you away? "Perhaps having a reference might inspire you." -- pteron -- @[aegean] RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - aegean - 04-05-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead I He feels suspended in the moment, trapped between each breath and each pulse of his wretched heart as it stammers ineloquently against his chest. How he wishes he had the skill to tell the other of what he feels. How he wishes that he could somehow twist his tongue into something poetic enough to capture the way that he soars in Pteron’s presence—how the very glimpse of him makes everything feel dull and lifeless in comparison. Instead, he just stands there, quietly, his purple eyes dark, his mouth set. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead @[Pteron] RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - Pteron - 04-17-2020 ----------------kiss me until i can't speak Aegean is in front of him now, and the trees overhead have barely been touched by autumn’s color. Has a year really passed? It doesn’t feel so. His dedication to this hunt has left him blind to all else. The bubble he’d not quite imagined disappears without a sound, and it seems like the world comes rushing in at him. Not Aegean though. Aegean doesn’t rush any more than the moon races across the sky. Everything about him is purposeful. Elegant. Graceful. He is as calm as the moon as well, his words steady and measured. It’s a rather marvelous ability, and one that Pteron with his deceptively rapid heart cannot help but envy. “No,” he admits. “I’m glad that you have.” “I shouldn’t have sent you away,” Pteron’s words spill out in a rush, because he will never be a creature of great restraint. “I’ve regretted it every day. I left Taiga. I’ve been looking for you.” Short explosions of truth, a desperate attempt to make up for the time that has passed since their last meeting. -- pteron -- @[Aegean] RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - aegean - 04-20-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead Aegean’s heart hammers against his chest. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - Pteron - 04-23-2020 ----------------tell me: who do i run to? “I do not think I can make it up to you,” Pteron breathes against the coolness of Aegean’s neck. “But if you will let me, I will try.” The how of that trying is somehow a blurry thing for all that he means it. Pteron has been taught to be careful with his words, knows of the danger that a promise can hold in a world of magic. He knows, but he also knows that anything Aegean requested he would do without question. He can see Aegean even with his eyes closed, Pteron finds, the everglow of his coat bright even against closed eyelids. He smiles, his mouth curling upward. This close, Aegean smells of creeks and meadows and autumn leaves, like everywhere and nowhere all at once. He knows that the antlered creature calls no place his home, though Pteron cannot help but think of him as from Silver Cove, where he’d first made eye contact with the boy across the beach. His antlers had been smaller than, Pteron thinks, and amends with a smile his earlier thought Aeagean hadn’t changed. He had – the span of his antlers is far more impressive. Pteron reaches up closer to them at the thought. Will he lose them in the winter, Pteron wonders? Does he shed them each year like the deer and regrow them afresh? Their days together in the past had been spaced so far apart that he’s never even thought of it. He will know soon, Pteron thinks, he will be there to see. “But even if you won’t, you will find that I am very hard to get rid of. I do not plan on letting you out of my sight again.” -- pteron -- @[aegean] RE: ive never fallen from quite this high | aegean - aegean - 04-27-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead Aegean isn’t sure he understands Pteron—the idea of making it up to him. His sorrow had been a living thing, but there had been no one to bear the guilt of it. Instead it had manifested in his very marrow from the fabric of life, a response to the tides and the winds as much as any conscious decision. It had never occurred to him that he could assign responsibility to Pteron or make him bear the weight of it. That the other boy would perhaps be at fault for the heaviness in his lungs, the stone settled in his chest. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead |