08-23-2021, 01:23 PM
I am Heaven sent, don't you dare forget
He has never felt affection before and the touch is strange as she wraps her neck around him. Uncertain, he steps closer to her and leans into her embrace, finding himself nestled against her warm golden body and discovering how pleasant it is. He can see the other foals in the distance staring at them in disbelief, unable to grasp that this weird loser had somehow found a home before them. He can’t quite believe it either but it seems to be happening and he is grateful for this sudden turn of luck.
Mr. Silence seems to be observing this heartwarming scene with his unreadable nonchalance and the spotted colt wonders what’s behind the blurry features of the soul. Approval? Regret? Fear? Just as soon as he had appeared, Mr Silence evaporates as the striped mare finishes speaking and the thin shadows that roll around him start to fade, leaving him alone in Aela’s hug. He is thoughtful as she tells him her name, as she says she can teach him not only how to be a good kind of terrible but ALL of those amazing good terrible’s she had listed before. And he finds he does want it, all of it, very badly indeed.
What really catches his interest, bringing his feral eyes back to her blue ones, is the claim that she is terrible too. “I think I understand.” He starts slowly, the wheels still turning in his still developing brain. “Something is bad terrible because others don’t understand it. But that makes them bad terrible, not the thing they can’t understand?” Sorting through these life puzzles hurts his head and he presses a little closer to her, finding her presence to be more comforting then he had realized. “Well I don’t think you’re bad terrible either… Aela.” He states bluntly and decisively to her, making a firm decision in his mind. Aela was beautiful and kind and could see things that others couldn't see, like him. How could there be anything terrible about her? How could she be anything other than wonderful? “And I want to be all those things you said. I want to try.”
Mr. Silence seems to be observing this heartwarming scene with his unreadable nonchalance and the spotted colt wonders what’s behind the blurry features of the soul. Approval? Regret? Fear? Just as soon as he had appeared, Mr Silence evaporates as the striped mare finishes speaking and the thin shadows that roll around him start to fade, leaving him alone in Aela’s hug. He is thoughtful as she tells him her name, as she says she can teach him not only how to be a good kind of terrible but ALL of those amazing good terrible’s she had listed before. And he finds he does want it, all of it, very badly indeed.
What really catches his interest, bringing his feral eyes back to her blue ones, is the claim that she is terrible too. “I think I understand.” He starts slowly, the wheels still turning in his still developing brain. “Something is bad terrible because others don’t understand it. But that makes them bad terrible, not the thing they can’t understand?” Sorting through these life puzzles hurts his head and he presses a little closer to her, finding her presence to be more comforting then he had realized. “Well I don’t think you’re bad terrible either… Aela.” He states bluntly and decisively to her, making a firm decision in his mind. Aela was beautiful and kind and could see things that others couldn't see, like him. How could there be anything terrible about her? How could she be anything other than wonderful? “And I want to be all those things you said. I want to try.”
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