03-01-2020, 10:31 PM
she fell for the idea of him
and ideas were a dangerous thing to love
and ideas were a dangerous thing to love
She is so used to being weighed down by a strange kind of sadness that she hardly notices it anymore. Not even when it changes and takes a different shape, not when it shifts to a different quadrant of her heart. Her sadness was self-sustaining, usually, but sometimes there were things that breathed a whole new life into it – things that reminded her that it was living and viable, and the right amount of fuel and the flames of it would burn her from the inside out.
It had been easier to hide herself away in Hyaline, away from everyone. In places tucked so far away she could almost feel alone, she could almost erase this unbearable weight anchored inside her chest. But she has never been good with solitude. Her mind was a dangerous place when left to its own devices, and so, artfully avoiding all the places Atrox typically haunted – not that he would notice or care that she was gone – she left Hyaline for the meadow.
She isn’t here for long when she hears a familiar voice call her name, and instead of feeling relief, there is a prickling of anxiety along her spine. She turns to take in Agetta, and she wonders if the other mare can read the secret she hides on her face – the secret about Anaxarete and Beyza, that Agetta’s daughter shares her DNA and not Plume’s. But she wills the ghost in her eyes away with a smile, meeting her friend half-way and with a gentle bump of her nose against her neck. “Agetta,” she returns the greeting, and slowly she feels the previous tension fade away. “It’s good to see you, too.”
But what she asks her next is something that she had never expected her to ask. For a long moment all Ryatah does is simply stare at her, trying to figure out if this was a genuine question or some kind of set up to a (really bad) joke. She doesn’t mean to laugh, but she does – mostly out of disbelief, because she cannot believe she’s having this conversation with Agetta. “Um...it’s not considered a compliment, I’ll just say that.” Tipping her haloed head quizzically, she dares to ask, “Who in the world were you talking to? That...doesn’t really sound like someone you’d hang out with.”
It had been easier to hide herself away in Hyaline, away from everyone. In places tucked so far away she could almost feel alone, she could almost erase this unbearable weight anchored inside her chest. But she has never been good with solitude. Her mind was a dangerous place when left to its own devices, and so, artfully avoiding all the places Atrox typically haunted – not that he would notice or care that she was gone – she left Hyaline for the meadow.
She isn’t here for long when she hears a familiar voice call her name, and instead of feeling relief, there is a prickling of anxiety along her spine. She turns to take in Agetta, and she wonders if the other mare can read the secret she hides on her face – the secret about Anaxarete and Beyza, that Agetta’s daughter shares her DNA and not Plume’s. But she wills the ghost in her eyes away with a smile, meeting her friend half-way and with a gentle bump of her nose against her neck. “Agetta,” she returns the greeting, and slowly she feels the previous tension fade away. “It’s good to see you, too.”
But what she asks her next is something that she had never expected her to ask. For a long moment all Ryatah does is simply stare at her, trying to figure out if this was a genuine question or some kind of set up to a (really bad) joke. She doesn’t mean to laugh, but she does – mostly out of disbelief, because she cannot believe she’s having this conversation with Agetta. “Um...it’s not considered a compliment, I’ll just say that.” Tipping her haloed head quizzically, she dares to ask, “Who in the world were you talking to? That...doesn’t really sound like someone you’d hang out with.”
ryatah