There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She does not know what it is to give herself so wholly to something, to live expressly for one purpose, for one being. She cannot even imagine. She has always held a piece of herself back, one corner of her soul that remains true and untouched. Even the Jungle, a land she has grown to love unquestionably, does not hold her as He holds Perse.
She had been remade by him. Torn apart and stitched haphazardly back together. And even still a small piece of her remains untouched, a piece of herself that had allowed her to get her life back into some semblance of order. Perhaps she had wallowed in her rage and agony for months, nearly losing herself to those black emotions. But it had always been there, urging her back (dragging her, really) from those black pits of despair. Allowing her to come through stronger, better, if a little bit harder.
She knows what it is to lose oneself to something dark. But this mare, she had lost herself so fully, so completely, that she could never come back from it.
The silver mare’s lips linger on her skin. Those few, simple words are spoken against her, causing her to shiver. Speaking far more than her words ever could. I must, she says, and Joscelin wonders. Even as her muzzle creeps back up to brush against her soft skin in a unconscious caress, she wonders.
”Why?”/p>
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria