01-12-2021, 03:37 PM
stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
It isn’t very often that Tiercel finds himself lost in his thoughts. He has always been the feeling type, in every sense of the phrase. As a youngster, he would react in bold ways that most likely contributed to his family’s hatred for him, and as he has grown into a man, he has always followed where the power of his emotions have led him. Could he say that he is in control of this magic? Most days, it felt like the brewing, pressurized sea of feelings within him had snapped its saturated claws into the driver’s seat of his body, commanding his mouth and legs. With such a beast thriving within him, Tiercel found he didn’t have much time for thought.
The darkness seems to have jumpstarted his mind, though. There are only a few emotions that fall to the forefront of his chest while the endless night continues to press on them, and Tiercel has been able to regain control over them. Panic, worry, and fear dance together in the pit of his stomach, but they seem to refrain from completely overpowering him (or perhaps he has locked them there, in the low of his belly, for fear of what might happen if he lets them out). And with his mind clear of the tyranny that comes with such strong emotions, Tiercel has finally been able to think.
He laughs at Aquaria’s comment, smooth and yet bitter. “I can promise you; there are much scarier things in the shadows than our thoughts.” Though he carries a tenor voice, his words are laced with a heaviness that speaks to the emotions that lie tangled among his insides. “Haven’t you heard them? Or seen them?” He has heard them, practically licking what mouths they have outside his cavern, too subdued by the peace he has draped across the entrance to attack. But he knows they lurk, and he has heard the clicking of unfamiliar, sharp claws on the red rock of Loess. Tiercel had thought Aquaria’s initial fear had been because of the beasts, but she has yet to mention them, and he wonders if the monsters are unwilling to cross the channel of open water.
He finds himself curious about this water-mare. The proud arch of her mane and the blue glow of her scales draw him in, and Tiercel wonders what lies beneath her pretty face. She might not have answers to the thoughts that pull at his mind, but he knows she has her own questions brewing behind her shimmering eyes. “Certainly you have something worth sharing,” he says. “I could use all the help I can get. And maybe I can help you, in return.” And perhaps she can tell him more about this brother, whose mentioning tempts him to look deeper into the shadows as if the sibling might reveal themself at any moment.
The darkness seems to have jumpstarted his mind, though. There are only a few emotions that fall to the forefront of his chest while the endless night continues to press on them, and Tiercel has been able to regain control over them. Panic, worry, and fear dance together in the pit of his stomach, but they seem to refrain from completely overpowering him (or perhaps he has locked them there, in the low of his belly, for fear of what might happen if he lets them out). And with his mind clear of the tyranny that comes with such strong emotions, Tiercel has finally been able to think.
He laughs at Aquaria’s comment, smooth and yet bitter. “I can promise you; there are much scarier things in the shadows than our thoughts.” Though he carries a tenor voice, his words are laced with a heaviness that speaks to the emotions that lie tangled among his insides. “Haven’t you heard them? Or seen them?” He has heard them, practically licking what mouths they have outside his cavern, too subdued by the peace he has draped across the entrance to attack. But he knows they lurk, and he has heard the clicking of unfamiliar, sharp claws on the red rock of Loess. Tiercel had thought Aquaria’s initial fear had been because of the beasts, but she has yet to mention them, and he wonders if the monsters are unwilling to cross the channel of open water.
He finds himself curious about this water-mare. The proud arch of her mane and the blue glow of her scales draw him in, and Tiercel wonders what lies beneath her pretty face. She might not have answers to the thoughts that pull at his mind, but he knows she has her own questions brewing behind her shimmering eyes. “Certainly you have something worth sharing,” he says. “I could use all the help I can get. And maybe I can help you, in return.” And perhaps she can tell him more about this brother, whose mentioning tempts him to look deeper into the shadows as if the sibling might reveal themself at any moment.
tiercel.
@[Aquaria]