There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She wonders what it would have been like, to be left whole, to bear only a single mark. Would she have been grateful? Or horrified? It is difficult to say. Her entire body is marked, fractures etched into her skin for the rest of her life. But they are not obviously his. They are simply scars. She does not bear a brand to that forever proclaims her as having been tormented by Him.
But to this silver mare, it is not a torment. It is a joy. Her thoughts are entirely unfathomable to the fractured girl. She could never understand longing for such a gruesome touch. Could never understand her sense of loss at having been put out into the world alone.
But then, they are such fundamentally different creatures. For now though, she need not understand.
Her neck is warm beneath her muzzle, the subtle movement of her skin tickling her pale lips. She is glad that she had shown it to her. She felt as though it is something she had needed to know. To know that she is not His, to know that He will not wish to return for her. She is not certain she could survive a second round.
She thinks then of the strength this woman must have, to survive such a cruel fate. But had she really? It had made her into something else, in to something completely different from what she might have been. But that is neither here nor there. She is what she is. It is too late.
As she drops her muzzle from Perse’s neck, she allows her lips to skim across her silvery skin. A small, lingering caress that she is unable to resist. Her golden eyes find the silver mare’s as a question escapes her on a soft exhale. One she is certain she already knows the answer to. One she is compelled to ask anyway.
”Do you love Him?”
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria