02-03-2024, 06:56 PM
call out on mountains until my voice goes faint
She watches him.
Those dark emerald eyes search deep and thoughtful. It’s been too long since she spoke to someone else. Her own voice feels stale in her ears and brittle with age. Though she doesn’t look old, Citadelle can feel it deep within herself. Like a slow ache coming from the inside and working its way to the outside.
And she does feel it with him, near him. The sense that something grows bitter inside her, that her bones might break. She can feel him close enough and she hears his voice. Then she smiles like all poisonous things tend to do一
“Why would they not like you, hm?” Citadelle stretches her neck out gracefully like a swan, flexing it gently at an angle so she might stare at him with one eye. “You are soft spoken and handsome and eager …” here she trails off for a moment as though lost in thought before she shakes her head and those green eyes settle back onto him.
He has flattered her and opened her petals and though she counts herself smart, she is prone to vanity.
“Won’t you stay and keep me company? My name is Citadelle,” the mare coos to him and scraps her broken horn softly against the nearest tree. “I’ve been alone so long.”
Those dark emerald eyes search deep and thoughtful. It’s been too long since she spoke to someone else. Her own voice feels stale in her ears and brittle with age. Though she doesn’t look old, Citadelle can feel it deep within herself. Like a slow ache coming from the inside and working its way to the outside.
And she does feel it with him, near him. The sense that something grows bitter inside her, that her bones might break. She can feel him close enough and she hears his voice. Then she smiles like all poisonous things tend to do一
“Why would they not like you, hm?” Citadelle stretches her neck out gracefully like a swan, flexing it gently at an angle so she might stare at him with one eye. “You are soft spoken and handsome and eager …” here she trails off for a moment as though lost in thought before she shakes her head and those green eyes settle back onto him.
He has flattered her and opened her petals and though she counts herself smart, she is prone to vanity.
“Won’t you stay and keep me company? My name is Citadelle,” the mare coos to him and scraps her broken horn softly against the nearest tree. “I’ve been alone so long.”
citadelle
