05-20-2024, 07:33 PM
Diable Rouge
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“Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven…”
The universe works in mysterious ways.
Diable Rouge had no idea why he decided to follow the blue jay as it flew off the towering oak. All he knew is that the azure feathers reminded him of her and the bird had looked at him in a way that drew him to follow, so he did. It was probably a five minute walk from where they had started to where the jeering bird finally landed beneath another oak’s understory, close to the burbling river. He watches the little bird as it climbs into the shrub, probably to find its nest. Rou smiles, looks away from the bush and back towards the river.
That is when he saw her.
Their love must’ve been cosmic - they must’ve been birthed from the same stardust, the universe must’ve wanted them together. That is the only explanation he could come up with when he sees her across the water, staring at the same bush he was, if only a bit closer.
AuroraElis is as beautiful today as she was the last day he saw her. Her honey brown skin; her flowing ivory locks; her massive gown of peacock feathers. She glitters in the warm spring sun, light refracting off her silhouette, as if coated in crystals. By god she is there.
Standing a mere yard away from her, Rou watches as she turns away. The chaser lets out a loud, longing whinny. He wastes no time, galloping towards her. “Aurora!” He calls for her, hopeful, yearning. Even when he reaches the stream, the half-melted ice and rocks are not enough to stop him. He stomps through the ice, crushing it beneath his hooves, slipping on moss-covered boulders, until he is there, right behind her, desperate to meet her gaze.
“AuroraElis…” He says shakily. Rou realizes he probably looks ridiculous. He’s half-soaked and out of breath, but he barely cares. The chaser can’t believe she is there, in front of him, in the flesh, rather than in his dreams. He wants to say more, he wants to embrace he like he’s dreamed of for decades, but instead he just stands there, more sheepish than he’s ever been.
“I’m sorry.” The only other words he can muster before he bursts into pitiful tears in front of her.
"...time, wondrous time, gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies. And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me."
The universe works in mysterious ways.
Diable Rouge had no idea why he decided to follow the blue jay as it flew off the towering oak. All he knew is that the azure feathers reminded him of her and the bird had looked at him in a way that drew him to follow, so he did. It was probably a five minute walk from where they had started to where the jeering bird finally landed beneath another oak’s understory, close to the burbling river. He watches the little bird as it climbs into the shrub, probably to find its nest. Rou smiles, looks away from the bush and back towards the river.
That is when he saw her.
Their love must’ve been cosmic - they must’ve been birthed from the same stardust, the universe must’ve wanted them together. That is the only explanation he could come up with when he sees her across the water, staring at the same bush he was, if only a bit closer.
AuroraElis is as beautiful today as she was the last day he saw her. Her honey brown skin; her flowing ivory locks; her massive gown of peacock feathers. She glitters in the warm spring sun, light refracting off her silhouette, as if coated in crystals. By god she is there.
Standing a mere yard away from her, Rou watches as she turns away. The chaser lets out a loud, longing whinny. He wastes no time, galloping towards her. “Aurora!” He calls for her, hopeful, yearning. Even when he reaches the stream, the half-melted ice and rocks are not enough to stop him. He stomps through the ice, crushing it beneath his hooves, slipping on moss-covered boulders, until he is there, right behind her, desperate to meet her gaze.
“AuroraElis…” He says shakily. Rou realizes he probably looks ridiculous. He’s half-soaked and out of breath, but he barely cares. The chaser can’t believe she is there, in front of him, in the flesh, rather than in his dreams. He wants to say more, he wants to embrace he like he’s dreamed of for decades, but instead he just stands there, more sheepish than he’s ever been.
“I’m sorry.” The only other words he can muster before he bursts into pitiful tears in front of her.
"...time, wondrous time, gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies. And isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me."
I'm learning how to put the pieces back together, turn the aching to composure
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