05-27-2020, 11:03 PM
Thorn tiredly shakes his head at Flower's protests. There is nothing, he thinks. Nothing. He knows how to fix it, but does he really? The rare times that he catches his reflection in a still pool of water, he isn't sure who he is looking at.
Is that Thorn, son of Wonder and Nightlock, gangly boy with a heart of meant to surge over insurmountable mountains?
Or is that Thorn, wretched bearer of curses, naive fool too simple to understand what a true apology is?
Amends, is what the monster had spat at him when it finally vomited out the pegasus. Make amends, it had said, but it had also laughed - because a creature of that magnitude understood that amends is exactly what Thorn will struggle with. The stallion has always been quiet and apologetic when need be, but he grew into the kind of man that merely stepped into normalcy hours later in the hopes that whatever tiff from before wasn't a big deal.
I hate you, Thorn had hissed.
I'm sorry, is what he can't whisper.
"Gahhh," he says under his breath, closing tired lilac eyes.
Flower is showering him in love, tugging at his mane and rolling her cool, soothing skin into his. A smile, loving like it should be, finds Rue when she looks up. Thorn feels the strength of her love steady his heart and breath new life into his bones. The nearly inaudible groan from before turns into a relieved ahhh. Thorn presses his cheek tightly to his sister's, basking in love so bright it could be the sun.
"I only healed you, Ruby," the sabino says on a long, relaxed sigh. "You are here now all by your own doing." He finds this to be a deep truth, and the bitter part of his mind dares Flower to argue with him, just so he can show her how much he does deserve this curse.
"Maybe one day we can try the Mountain, but for now, humor me. Tell me when you felt most loved. Things like that help ease the ache of my chest."
Is that Thorn, son of Wonder and Nightlock, gangly boy with a heart of meant to surge over insurmountable mountains?
Or is that Thorn, wretched bearer of curses, naive fool too simple to understand what a true apology is?
Amends, is what the monster had spat at him when it finally vomited out the pegasus. Make amends, it had said, but it had also laughed - because a creature of that magnitude understood that amends is exactly what Thorn will struggle with. The stallion has always been quiet and apologetic when need be, but he grew into the kind of man that merely stepped into normalcy hours later in the hopes that whatever tiff from before wasn't a big deal.
I hate you, Thorn had hissed.
I'm sorry, is what he can't whisper.
"Gahhh," he says under his breath, closing tired lilac eyes.
Flower is showering him in love, tugging at his mane and rolling her cool, soothing skin into his. A smile, loving like it should be, finds Rue when she looks up. Thorn feels the strength of her love steady his heart and breath new life into his bones. The nearly inaudible groan from before turns into a relieved ahhh. Thorn presses his cheek tightly to his sister's, basking in love so bright it could be the sun.
"I only healed you, Ruby," the sabino says on a long, relaxed sigh. "You are here now all by your own doing." He finds this to be a deep truth, and the bitter part of his mind dares Flower to argue with him, just so he can show her how much he does deserve this curse.
"Maybe one day we can try the Mountain, but for now, humor me. Tell me when you felt most loved. Things like that help ease the ache of my chest."
thorn
under your skin, over the moon
don't let me in, I don't know what I'd do
roses are fallin', roses from fallin' for you, ooh
@[flower]