02-27-2021, 03:00 PM
It is a strange thing, to be touched with any sort of care. The black mare’s body jolts at that light brush of lips on her neck like she’s been shocked - not from pain, but just out of the sheer alienness of the gentle contact.
Not once in all her life had she ever known such simple kindness. It was not something that could survive in the world she was from.
She had not known it was possible - and just as strange as the touch are the emotions that swarm her overwhelmed mind with it. It is, against everything she has ever known, so utterly comforting. It’s nice - and she had not known there were such pleasant things in the world.
When the pain starts to fade, she relaxes - her haggard breathing coming in easier gasps and her muscles lose the tension that had been so extreme it felt like she might be torn apart from it.
The question takes a moment to understand but it is easier now that the pain is gone. Her mind is still a torrent of confusing thoughts she is only just starting to be capable of sorting out. There are words, a language she has never had to use, but one she understands (mostly) from being surrounded by it for her entire life. With effort, she moves so her head is up, her legs curled beneath her, and she takes a few steadying breaths as she tries to think about what’s been asked.
Did anything else hurt?
The words she speaks are clumsy and quiet as they fumble out of her while she looks up to the glowing mare with glistening black eyes. The first of what will surely be many tears. “My... ch... chest...” There is something, an ache that is deep - though no wound exists on the surface. She doesn’t know what it means to have her heart break, she only knows what it feels like now - this desolation that settles on her without the pain to focus on instead.
Not once in all her life had she ever known such simple kindness. It was not something that could survive in the world she was from.
She had not known it was possible - and just as strange as the touch are the emotions that swarm her overwhelmed mind with it. It is, against everything she has ever known, so utterly comforting. It’s nice - and she had not known there were such pleasant things in the world.
When the pain starts to fade, she relaxes - her haggard breathing coming in easier gasps and her muscles lose the tension that had been so extreme it felt like she might be torn apart from it.
The question takes a moment to understand but it is easier now that the pain is gone. Her mind is still a torrent of confusing thoughts she is only just starting to be capable of sorting out. There are words, a language she has never had to use, but one she understands (mostly) from being surrounded by it for her entire life. With effort, she moves so her head is up, her legs curled beneath her, and she takes a few steadying breaths as she tries to think about what’s been asked.
Did anything else hurt?
The words she speaks are clumsy and quiet as they fumble out of her while she looks up to the glowing mare with glistening black eyes. The first of what will surely be many tears. “My... ch... chest...” There is something, an ache that is deep - though no wound exists on the surface. She doesn’t know what it means to have her heart break, she only knows what it feels like now - this desolation that settles on her without the pain to focus on instead.
NOSTROMO
@[Ryatah]