02-27-2017, 01:26 AM
Time had certainly passed between them. It would continue without them regardless whether they wanted to or not. Lucrezia knows, certainly without a doubt, that the passing of time has changed her. It molded her into something she became and hated, but at the same time it had relieved her of pain and made her a better person. Time had changed her for the better without regard to the ups and downs he endeavored. However, time did not always change another one for the better.
It is true she had only known a part of who the chestnut boy had been once. He was young, eager, and a master of his own fate. She had been just a girl who loved the world for its adventures and mysterious and lived in a life filled with false love and family. She is no longer that innocent little girl full of imaginative love and family. Her heart and mind of course still ache for wild adventures and mysterious of the world. If anything, and one thing for certainty, she understands she does not know who Etojo really is anymore.
There is something she craves about it—the unknowing of him and what has become of him. The champagne mare has always been interested in the red boy ever since she was a filly, and even now her curious child-like interest still exist. Etojo has always been a mystery, a bit of an unknown wonder in the world she lives in. Truthfully, she allows herself to fall into this curiousness even in the regards that it might not be the best. Lucrezia has never held back from adventure. Danger was simply an understatement for what she was willing to put herself through.
“Distained you?” Her voice is a whisper, a false act of why she would ever hold him back from what he had wanted. Lucrezia tilts her head in consideration at his remarks. “I could never hold you back truly,” she says honestly. She believed if anyone really wanted anything there would be a will and a way—her father believed that much and she had come to still think it the same despite her foul feelings for her father. Etojo, on the other hand, might have been another story. Maybe he was not so capable to be as manipulative and a go-getter as her father had been. Maybe she had under estimated him all this time, or simply was a match to match his own effort in getting what he wanted.
It had only been a game in the beginning, but was so much more than that now.
Her nutmeg gaze does not flick away from him either. Lucrezia has decided to never let her attention sway away from him again (not after his attempt to rip the wings she once had or to do as he pleased to others who were different from the normality of horses). Her ear flicks at his words, intrigued by exactly what she might have taken from him. Taken was a strong sense, but she likely could have taken many things he considered important in his life now—she knew nothing of what he was now.
Etojo takes a step forward, and she does not fall back into the shadows. Instead, she takes a step forward closer to him all the while considering what he had said. More likely demanded from her. Etojo had always been demanding when it came to her. “What exactly do you want?” She asks bluntly but there is a hint of a tease in her words. A bit of curiosity lights up in her nutmeg eyes.
It is true she had only known a part of who the chestnut boy had been once. He was young, eager, and a master of his own fate. She had been just a girl who loved the world for its adventures and mysterious and lived in a life filled with false love and family. She is no longer that innocent little girl full of imaginative love and family. Her heart and mind of course still ache for wild adventures and mysterious of the world. If anything, and one thing for certainty, she understands she does not know who Etojo really is anymore.
There is something she craves about it—the unknowing of him and what has become of him. The champagne mare has always been interested in the red boy ever since she was a filly, and even now her curious child-like interest still exist. Etojo has always been a mystery, a bit of an unknown wonder in the world she lives in. Truthfully, she allows herself to fall into this curiousness even in the regards that it might not be the best. Lucrezia has never held back from adventure. Danger was simply an understatement for what she was willing to put herself through.
“Distained you?” Her voice is a whisper, a false act of why she would ever hold him back from what he had wanted. Lucrezia tilts her head in consideration at his remarks. “I could never hold you back truly,” she says honestly. She believed if anyone really wanted anything there would be a will and a way—her father believed that much and she had come to still think it the same despite her foul feelings for her father. Etojo, on the other hand, might have been another story. Maybe he was not so capable to be as manipulative and a go-getter as her father had been. Maybe she had under estimated him all this time, or simply was a match to match his own effort in getting what he wanted.
It had only been a game in the beginning, but was so much more than that now.
Her nutmeg gaze does not flick away from him either. Lucrezia has decided to never let her attention sway away from him again (not after his attempt to rip the wings she once had or to do as he pleased to others who were different from the normality of horses). Her ear flicks at his words, intrigued by exactly what she might have taken from him. Taken was a strong sense, but she likely could have taken many things he considered important in his life now—she knew nothing of what he was now.
Etojo takes a step forward, and she does not fall back into the shadows. Instead, she takes a step forward closer to him all the while considering what he had said. More likely demanded from her. Etojo had always been demanding when it came to her. “What exactly do you want?” She asks bluntly but there is a hint of a tease in her words. A bit of curiosity lights up in her nutmeg eyes.
@[Etojo]
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