05-05-2020, 02:14 AM
“I know when you go
down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way
to the graveyard.”
down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way
to the graveyard.”
She can feel all the places the other mare’s eyes wander. She sees the way her glow reflects in the blue of her eyes, feels those same eyes when they touch her halo and then linger across her wings. She recognizes the look on her face; the kind that looks like wonder, but she never interprets it quite like that. She thinks only that they must see what she feels. That they must wonder, much like she does, how someone like her could possibly be akin to anything heavenly. A heart like hers that loves until it is empty, that sucks itself dry and then moves on to someone else – that was hardly angelic.
Her wants were dark and twisted; she could shimmer like gold and glow like stars on the outside, but it would never change the insatiable, selfish thing that she was on the inside.
But she smiles, gracious as always, laughing and shaking her head until wisps of pristine locks tumble before her endlessly dark eyes. “There are no angels amongst the stars,” and she almost cannot hide the longing ache that threatens to intrude, when memories of a far-away galaxy and a dark god made of stars flashes forcefully to the forefront of her mind. Her skin almost feels like it could burn with the ghost of the stars that had lit her up, but she shifts her focus back to the radiant mare in front of her, finishing her sentence with another light laugh, “Trust me.”
She reaches, then, touching her white nose to the golden flame on Lilliana’s shoulder, and asking her gently, “How have you been, Lilli?” It is a genuine question, but truthfully, she was simply eager to redirect the attention away from herself, for now.
Her wants were dark and twisted; she could shimmer like gold and glow like stars on the outside, but it would never change the insatiable, selfish thing that she was on the inside.
But she smiles, gracious as always, laughing and shaking her head until wisps of pristine locks tumble before her endlessly dark eyes. “There are no angels amongst the stars,” and she almost cannot hide the longing ache that threatens to intrude, when memories of a far-away galaxy and a dark god made of stars flashes forcefully to the forefront of her mind. Her skin almost feels like it could burn with the ghost of the stars that had lit her up, but she shifts her focus back to the radiant mare in front of her, finishing her sentence with another light laugh, “Trust me.”
She reaches, then, touching her white nose to the golden flame on Lilliana’s shoulder, and asking her gently, “How have you been, Lilli?” It is a genuine question, but truthfully, she was simply eager to redirect the attention away from herself, for now.
ryatah