pick apart the pieces you left [Warship]

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

She knows she still has a heart. It’s in pieces, little bits of shredded and tattered paper that lies in a cavity of her chest. But it’s there, beating feebly. Before it had turned to ice, cold and frozen after what Lion had done. Time had done it’s work, she had nothing to do for years but think about it. Slowly the ice dripped and melted and that’s when her heart simply fell apart. That one little stitch that Lion had put into it after Slaide had done his work easily slipped from where it had been sown. Lion was suppose to have been one of the good guys. Just goes to show that even the nicest guys have their demons.

But he was dead. It was over. It should be over. Why did she feel even worse then? For a moment she sees a shadow and her breath catches in her throat, thinking he’s come from the grave. It takes her just a moment to realize her mistake, it’s only a black stallion who has found amongst the trees. Muscles slowly unwind as she relaxes, also unaware how suddenly her body had coiled to pounce. An awkward apology comes from his dark lips and she simply shakes her head as she responds. ”No need for that.” Offering her faint smile as her golden eyes assess him. Warship. It doesn’t strike any note of recognition. Maybe she should know about him from back when her father was still alive for the two had known each other… Worked together. But she doesn’t. He’s just another dark stranger who comes with a mystery all his own.

”I’m Tantalize.” She finally says after a few moments of watching him. She wonders why he’s here. Wonders about the strained look that curves along the lines of his face. A look she recognizes in the septs of his eyes. ”What bring you here?” She asks quietly since there was nothing else to talk about and they were both strangers to one another. For a moment she thinks she catches a whiff of the Chamber and she involuntarily takes a step back, her wings unfurling slightly. Maybe this was one of Gryffen’s minions, an assassin he had sent to kill her after she had spirited away his child. Maybe that is why he looks rather upset. Instantly on the alert, her muscles tense again as she watches him warily. If only she knew how to use this damn wings.