12-09-2020, 08:05 PM
And when all the lights are broken, You keep the fire going
This time, Yanhua was entirely caught off guard and thrown out of his element by the force of @[Borderline]’s emotions and the way their daughter, the little flaxen beauty, seemed to absorb them. His head was spinning, the world tilting around and around while his hooves were moored to the mossy earth. He saw them - the ghosts of the past, of his past - dancing like angry haunts at the corners of his eyes, twirling and slipping through the redwoods with their simpering laughs and their flashing eyes. Lilliana had always soothed him at times like these but now, Yanhua is a stallion grown and he finds his grip loosening on the reality of everything he’d built since that fateful childhood came to pass.
What had he done? Why had he done it?
Don’t worry about Yan, the wraith of his father taunted him - a memory nearly forgotten, now newly awoken, he’ll be plenty good at other stuff.
That had been his father’s decree, and that was what Yan railed against all these years; he refused the edict and the darkness in his bloodline, dispelled it with perseverance and nothing but a desire to be good, do good, until all of that was washed away forever. Until nothing was left but the stronger lines of chestnut horses with their blue eyes and their swift legs. Yet here was Borderline, staring him down and digging up those age-old fears with a single look. She took a step backwards and Yan jerked forward, stumbling to give chase even if he couldn’t see straight.
Above all else, he did not want to lose her again.
“Yes.” He blurted out, head throbbing. “I do; I love her.” The admittance came swiftly, followed by more. “In many, many different ways. Just as I love you for many different reasons too, Borderline. I NEVER wanted this to happen,” Yanhua paused to inhale, head lowering so that he could focus on the ground, “I never wanted to hurt you. I never thought…” He drifted off.
That it could happen? That he would resist emotional attachment and instead find himself caught up in more strings than he could manage to untangle? That not just one but two beautiful souls would come into his life and give him friendship, loyalty, and best of all: children?
“Don’t mistake my love for her as lost affection for you, Borderline.” He looked up, intensely serious. The world had stopped spinning and right at the center of it stood her and their daughter. “I never lost hope that I’d see you again, now here you are. If that’s not a sign… I don’t know what is.”
What had he done? Why had he done it?
Don’t worry about Yan, the wraith of his father taunted him - a memory nearly forgotten, now newly awoken, he’ll be plenty good at other stuff.
That had been his father’s decree, and that was what Yan railed against all these years; he refused the edict and the darkness in his bloodline, dispelled it with perseverance and nothing but a desire to be good, do good, until all of that was washed away forever. Until nothing was left but the stronger lines of chestnut horses with their blue eyes and their swift legs. Yet here was Borderline, staring him down and digging up those age-old fears with a single look. She took a step backwards and Yan jerked forward, stumbling to give chase even if he couldn’t see straight.
Above all else, he did not want to lose her again.
“Yes.” He blurted out, head throbbing. “I do; I love her.” The admittance came swiftly, followed by more. “In many, many different ways. Just as I love you for many different reasons too, Borderline. I NEVER wanted this to happen,” Yanhua paused to inhale, head lowering so that he could focus on the ground, “I never wanted to hurt you. I never thought…” He drifted off.
That it could happen? That he would resist emotional attachment and instead find himself caught up in more strings than he could manage to untangle? That not just one but two beautiful souls would come into his life and give him friendship, loyalty, and best of all: children?
“Don’t mistake my love for her as lost affection for you, Borderline.” He looked up, intensely serious. The world had stopped spinning and right at the center of it stood her and their daughter. “I never lost hope that I’d see you again, now here you are. If that’s not a sign… I don’t know what is.”
And when all the nights feel like they're closing, You're leaving an opening