09-09-2020, 09:47 PM
— just let me hold you while you're falling apart,
just let me hold you and we'll both fall down —
just let me hold you and we'll both fall down —
This part of the forest is quiet, though she doesn’t know why she always seeks it out. Everything about her is already quiet; her mind, her eyes, her heart. It’s not like she needed a sanctuary from a chaotic life. If anything, she needed the opposite of quiet. Something to shake her world up just enough to spark life into her dull veins.
But she has gone for so long now that the quiet has started to feel like security, and every time she dares to venture closer to the meadow the sound of so many voices and the sight of so many bodies makes her chest feel tight. She never knew what to say to any of them. She would watch them sometimes, from the safety of the trees that fringe the meadow. Their colors were all so bright and vibrant, and so many different kinds of magic that it seemed impossible.
She was so plain in comparison to their brilliance. She is lovely in her own way, she does know that. With a coat the color of faint, silver clouds, and wings full of downy-gray feathers, she is everything soft and mild, with placid, deep brown eyes to match. But she is not striking. There is nothing about her to catch anyone’s eye, and even if she might she is not witty or smart enough to hold their attention.
It’s ridiculous, she knows, to walk this secluded part of the forest and expect to make the kind of connection she craves. She knows she would be better off in the meadow, or even the river, because it wasn’t like companionship was going to just fall out of the sky—
The sound of something crashing through the tops of the trees just ahead of her makes her start, and she stumbles backward into the brush. She is prepared to flee until she realizes that it’s a boy that fell in front of her. Taking a hesitant step forward, with her gaze cautiously cast upward as she tries to figure out just, exactly, where he had come from, she finally turns her attention to the young stallion that now hung by a single wing within the vice-like grip of two branches. “Um…” she starts softly, wanting to ask if he’s alright even though it’s fairly clear that he is not. “Do you….need help?”
But she has gone for so long now that the quiet has started to feel like security, and every time she dares to venture closer to the meadow the sound of so many voices and the sight of so many bodies makes her chest feel tight. She never knew what to say to any of them. She would watch them sometimes, from the safety of the trees that fringe the meadow. Their colors were all so bright and vibrant, and so many different kinds of magic that it seemed impossible.
She was so plain in comparison to their brilliance. She is lovely in her own way, she does know that. With a coat the color of faint, silver clouds, and wings full of downy-gray feathers, she is everything soft and mild, with placid, deep brown eyes to match. But she is not striking. There is nothing about her to catch anyone’s eye, and even if she might she is not witty or smart enough to hold their attention.
It’s ridiculous, she knows, to walk this secluded part of the forest and expect to make the kind of connection she craves. She knows she would be better off in the meadow, or even the river, because it wasn’t like companionship was going to just fall out of the sky—
The sound of something crashing through the tops of the trees just ahead of her makes her start, and she stumbles backward into the brush. She is prepared to flee until she realizes that it’s a boy that fell in front of her. Taking a hesitant step forward, with her gaze cautiously cast upward as she tries to figure out just, exactly, where he had come from, she finally turns her attention to the young stallion that now hung by a single wing within the vice-like grip of two branches. “Um…” she starts softly, wanting to ask if he’s alright even though it’s fairly clear that he is not. “Do you….need help?”
Keepsake
@[harbinger]