11-22-2017, 08:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-22-2017, 08:19 PM by Diable Rouge.)
Diable Rouge
>The sound of footsteps approaching causes one satellite to flicker back. The newcomer's hooves sink in the sand with every step, until he is at Diable Rouge's side. The rusty stallion doesn't bother containing the tears that continue to fall from his now swollen orbs, but he does allow himself to catch a glimpse of the looming shadow by his side.
Warrick. An acquaintance, Tang's lover and the twin's father. One whom he didn't know personally, but that was an amazing parent to his children. The sting of guilt comes back, and his heart fills with an overwhelming sense of dread. Regret for not comforting Solace and Svedka like he should've, regret for running away instead of facing the problem.
What a cruel bitch, regret was.
"The sting never seems to fade, does it?" Warrick murmurs, as if knowing what Rou was feeling. Both are looking up to the stars now, their hearts with the souls of the dead. Diable Rouge cannot bring himself to look the bay in the face, and he wonders if he feels the same.
"No, it's always there," The chaser speaks, nearly a whisper. "And it always seems to linger...the pain." He feels the tears burning on the brim of his eyelid, but he sniffles instead. "Some things you just never get over."
And it was true. One can get over heartbreak, over depression, but the death of someone they love? Well, that never seemed to go away, and Diable Rouge had accepted this inevitability, no matter how bad it hurt.
Warrick. An acquaintance, Tang's lover and the twin's father. One whom he didn't know personally, but that was an amazing parent to his children. The sting of guilt comes back, and his heart fills with an overwhelming sense of dread. Regret for not comforting Solace and Svedka like he should've, regret for running away instead of facing the problem.
What a cruel bitch, regret was.
"The sting never seems to fade, does it?" Warrick murmurs, as if knowing what Rou was feeling. Both are looking up to the stars now, their hearts with the souls of the dead. Diable Rouge cannot bring himself to look the bay in the face, and he wonders if he feels the same.
"No, it's always there," The chaser speaks, nearly a whisper. "And it always seems to linger...the pain." He feels the tears burning on the brim of his eyelid, but he sniffles instead. "Some things you just never get over."
And it was true. One can get over heartbreak, over depression, but the death of someone they love? Well, that never seemed to go away, and Diable Rouge had accepted this inevitability, no matter how bad it hurt.
in the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet.
@[Warrick]
@[Warrick]