08-27-2015, 02:08 PM
love is a temporary madness...
I am… The words echo inside her mind, ringing with the weight of a thousand bells. That this man (for now she knows with a certainty that it is a man) can hear her thoughts does not surprise her. He had entered her mind as easily as he had overtaken her body. The thought terrifies her, bringing back a dread that she had thought long since quelled. His silent words reverberate through her (I am Elysteria. A second time.) as a tangle of memories race through her.
As her body steps forward, a step she had not told it to take, the darkness of her ancient past threatens to overwhelm her. Her recollections tangle with his thoughts until a kaleidoscope of visions swim through her mind’s eye. A garishly bright purple stallion made of plastic. The sharp sting of hooves hitting flesh. A blood chilling painted on smile. Blood running in ribbons down torn skin. A deceptively cherubic child wielding instruments of torture. The body of a small, perfectly formed, perfectly lifeless colt. In a moment of clarity, she knows that not all of these are hers. Some are his, from a past just as horrifying.
The bright, happy remembrances he had first witnessed vanish beneath the crushing pressure of such long suppressed memories. In that moment, she can think only one thing, one question. Why? Why her? Why now? Why is he doing this? All of this in one simple word.
As her body steps forward, a step she had not told it to take, the darkness of her ancient past threatens to overwhelm her. Her recollections tangle with his thoughts until a kaleidoscope of visions swim through her mind’s eye. A garishly bright purple stallion made of plastic. The sharp sting of hooves hitting flesh. A blood chilling painted on smile. Blood running in ribbons down torn skin. A deceptively cherubic child wielding instruments of torture. The body of a small, perfectly formed, perfectly lifeless colt. In a moment of clarity, she knows that not all of these are hers. Some are his, from a past just as horrifying.
The bright, happy remembrances he had first witnessed vanish beneath the crushing pressure of such long suppressed memories. In that moment, she can think only one thing, one question. Why? Why her? Why now? Why is he doing this? All of this in one simple word.
elysteria