11-21-2020, 03:25 AM
i think i'm better on my own but i get so lost in you
She can’t really tell if he’s lying or not. It seems odd to her that he would suddenly just forget everything, especially a history as lengthy and turbulent as what he had shared with her mother. Desire had never much understood Ryatah’s seemingly desperate need for affection since it was something she herself did just fine without (or so she told herself). Her childhood had been filled with watching her mother’s seemingly endless string of strange romances, but there was a core few she seemed to always circle back to. She knew that Ashhal was one – knew that she shared a few siblings, including one younger than her – and the malicious part of her found it just a little too amusing that he didn’t even remember any of it.
Although, she supposes her mother might not care to learn this anymore. She seemed to be content with her life in Hyaline with Atrox, though Desire assumes she continues the twisted affair with her father since last she had seen Ryatah she was once again without eyes. She forgot that minor detail in her illusion, she realizes, but Ashhal didn’t remember anything anyway, it didn’t seem to matter.
“I guess we just have to start over,” she murmurs to him sweetly, having moved close enough now that she could reach out and touch him. There is a part of her that almost wants to drop the disguise; wants to let the white and gold fall to the ground and reveal the strikingly beautiful galaxy that she truly was, wants to see that look of surprise flash across his face. She doesn’t, though, and it is a haloed head that she reaches forward, a porcelain-white nose that brushes across the slope of his shoulder in the delicate, shy way she has seen her mother do so many times. “I think that you’re worth it.”
Although, she supposes her mother might not care to learn this anymore. She seemed to be content with her life in Hyaline with Atrox, though Desire assumes she continues the twisted affair with her father since last she had seen Ryatah she was once again without eyes. She forgot that minor detail in her illusion, she realizes, but Ashhal didn’t remember anything anyway, it didn’t seem to matter.
“I guess we just have to start over,” she murmurs to him sweetly, having moved close enough now that she could reach out and touch him. There is a part of her that almost wants to drop the disguise; wants to let the white and gold fall to the ground and reveal the strikingly beautiful galaxy that she truly was, wants to see that look of surprise flash across his face. She doesn’t, though, and it is a haloed head that she reaches forward, a porcelain-white nose that brushes across the slope of his shoulder in the delicate, shy way she has seen her mother do so many times. “I think that you’re worth it.”
i think i'm better on my own but i'm so obsessed with you
desire
@[Ashhal]