10-07-2020, 07:14 PM
I've got you deep in the heart of me
-So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me-
Since leaving Loess and Narcisus behind her, Eyas kept to her recluse ways on Islandres and only interacted with Gale when he needed her. Her twin spoke in a language without words, and they could communicate over long distances, so more often than not Eyas found herself alone. She preferred it that way, since she was too much of a terrified coward to go and find Santana after her childhood home had been burnt to the ground. All talking ever led to was pain, and typically it was Eyas doing the hurting. Best she stop while she was ahead, before getting in too deep with the dragon-shifter that’d changed her life.
And Catcher? She thought of the gray woman and the promise she’d made her very often - too often for her liking. After breaking off contact for some time, Eyas was almost positive she’d severed whatever tendril of connection they’d had, and she wouldn’t blame the sleepwalker if Catcher never wanted to see her smokey-eyed face again.
Plainly speaking, Eyas had more regrets than answers these days. Short version: she hated herself. Long version: she hated how she’d been the one to sabotage any chance of happiness for herself. In the end it hadn’t been Wolfbane or her mother that’d ruined her life; (not even Carnage if she was being truthful with herself.) Eyas had gone and fucked it all up just fine on her own. “And now you have a while to think about it,” the little witchy mare sighed to herself, having taken an uncharacteristic stroll across the moonlit dunes that night.
The sea rolled in and away from the shore, filling her wayward thoughts with white noise until she stopped, staring blankly out across the surface of the choppy water.
The moment passed. Her thin, black tail slapped around her thighs to dispel the night creatures gathering there, and Eyas turned her back on the wide sea. She left Beqanna resting on the other side of it as well, putting away any thoughts of returning there. She was tired; all she wanted was to head inland toward the mountain, where she could dwell undisturbed in a shallow cave she called ‘home’. Her steady hooves picked their way back up the dunes and nearly took her back into the forests, but she paused and spread her wings - easier to fly there than to walk - when the faint sound of another horse’s hooves caught her attention.
She blinked. Golden and winged, someone was just up ahead, and Catcher’s turbulent gray eyes cast a flurry of questions faster than her lips could deliver.
Eyas blinked again and stopped looking through Catcher’s eyes, staring at her with a disbelieving frown.
“I certainly hope not.” Eyas’ whispered, her voice trembling as if she might chuckle. She turned and took a hesitant step toward the spotted unicorn mare. “But if you are, don’t wake up.” She pleaded.
“Catcher…” Eyas tried to drum up something, anything to make up for the absence long-grown between them, but she came up short. “It’s good to see you again.”
Lame. Horrible. The words fell flat on her tongue.
And Catcher? She thought of the gray woman and the promise she’d made her very often - too often for her liking. After breaking off contact for some time, Eyas was almost positive she’d severed whatever tendril of connection they’d had, and she wouldn’t blame the sleepwalker if Catcher never wanted to see her smokey-eyed face again.
Plainly speaking, Eyas had more regrets than answers these days. Short version: she hated herself. Long version: she hated how she’d been the one to sabotage any chance of happiness for herself. In the end it hadn’t been Wolfbane or her mother that’d ruined her life; (not even Carnage if she was being truthful with herself.) Eyas had gone and fucked it all up just fine on her own. “And now you have a while to think about it,” the little witchy mare sighed to herself, having taken an uncharacteristic stroll across the moonlit dunes that night.
The sea rolled in and away from the shore, filling her wayward thoughts with white noise until she stopped, staring blankly out across the surface of the choppy water.
The moment passed. Her thin, black tail slapped around her thighs to dispel the night creatures gathering there, and Eyas turned her back on the wide sea. She left Beqanna resting on the other side of it as well, putting away any thoughts of returning there. She was tired; all she wanted was to head inland toward the mountain, where she could dwell undisturbed in a shallow cave she called ‘home’. Her steady hooves picked their way back up the dunes and nearly took her back into the forests, but she paused and spread her wings - easier to fly there than to walk - when the faint sound of another horse’s hooves caught her attention.
She blinked. Golden and winged, someone was just up ahead, and Catcher’s turbulent gray eyes cast a flurry of questions faster than her lips could deliver.
Eyas blinked again and stopped looking through Catcher’s eyes, staring at her with a disbelieving frown.
“I certainly hope not.” Eyas’ whispered, her voice trembling as if she might chuckle. She turned and took a hesitant step toward the spotted unicorn mare. “But if you are, don’t wake up.” She pleaded.
“Catcher…” Eyas tried to drum up something, anything to make up for the absence long-grown between them, but she came up short. “It’s good to see you again.”
Lame. Horrible. The words fell flat on her tongue.
EYAS
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