04-18-2021, 08:40 PM
stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
Tiercel originally had no intentions of traveling to the Midsummer Fair, but Gale had mentioned one of their younger half-brothers would be crowned. Even still, the blue-eyed stallion had contemplated staying home and wrapping himself in the warm silk of Islas’s side. He’d scratched his name from Wolfbane’s lines a long time ago, and the guilt he would feel about not being there is slim. His stomach had twisted at the thought of seeing another Wolfbane child rising to a position of power (an effective signal, in Tiercel’s mind, that he is a failure once again).
He cannot help but think his daughter’s presence has impacted his emotions — twisting them into something much softer than what they used to be.
Perhaps the Underworld had helped with that, too.
Regardless of when or why he has become such a soggy sap lately, Tiercel had made his way to Icicle Isle through one of Leilan’s portals. The sensation of moving through time and space had given him quite the flashback, and it had taken him nearly an hour to recover fully. The navy dun had tucked himself into the woods, hoping the trees would hide the way his heart vessels glowed with his rapid pulse. When the stark white trails of the Underworld had finally faded from his peripherals (and when he could no longer hear the sound of his own screams with each exhale of his quickening breaths), Tiercel emerged from the treeline.
It is perfect timing with his brother’s arrival, and Tiercel quickly notices the pale mare beside Gale. His cerulean eyes watch them for a moment, and the navy dun chuckles to himself at the hesitant touches and fiery expressions they share. Tiercel figures he should move to greet them before they find a secluded place where they can ignore the party.
This thought leaves an amused smile on his face that remains as he approaches the pair. Tiercel catches the tail-end of the mare’s sentence as he comes to a stop, and he refrains from sending a bit of lust in her direction (he’s sure she has plenty of it already, judging by the looks shared between the pair). “Well, if my advice is so excellent, I’m surprised you’re both here.” For all the trials he’s endured most recently, Tiercel’s eyes shine with bright amusement. “I’m Tiercel.”
He cannot help but think his daughter’s presence has impacted his emotions — twisting them into something much softer than what they used to be.
Perhaps the Underworld had helped with that, too.
Regardless of when or why he has become such a soggy sap lately, Tiercel had made his way to Icicle Isle through one of Leilan’s portals. The sensation of moving through time and space had given him quite the flashback, and it had taken him nearly an hour to recover fully. The navy dun had tucked himself into the woods, hoping the trees would hide the way his heart vessels glowed with his rapid pulse. When the stark white trails of the Underworld had finally faded from his peripherals (and when he could no longer hear the sound of his own screams with each exhale of his quickening breaths), Tiercel emerged from the treeline.
It is perfect timing with his brother’s arrival, and Tiercel quickly notices the pale mare beside Gale. His cerulean eyes watch them for a moment, and the navy dun chuckles to himself at the hesitant touches and fiery expressions they share. Tiercel figures he should move to greet them before they find a secluded place where they can ignore the party.
This thought leaves an amused smile on his face that remains as he approaches the pair. Tiercel catches the tail-end of the mare’s sentence as he comes to a stop, and he refrains from sending a bit of lust in her direction (he’s sure she has plenty of it already, judging by the looks shared between the pair). “Well, if my advice is so excellent, I’m surprised you’re both here.” For all the trials he’s endured most recently, Tiercel’s eyes shine with bright amusement. “I’m Tiercel.”
tiercel.
@[Gale] @[Mazikeen]