04-19-2018, 05:19 PM
There is a familiarity that ignites between them. The brightly burning flames of two kindred souls alight once more. Unlike the many encounters before this one, Hephaestus did not shy away from the unassuming figure before him. Her exhale, the hidden sound that it was, sent his eye searching hers. She did not look upon him with morbid curiosity, instead it was almost as if she was glancing into a past nearly forgotten.
He was mournful to have respawns such hateful thoughts for, before him, appeared a mare, whole and beautiful.
Without hesitation she dismissed his apology, stating his lack of need for one. Internally, his insides lurch. He'd spent a lifetime apologizing. His existence, his continued will to live, and the gruel gift of his one eye - they were all things that caused him remorse on a daily basis.
As the mare steps forward her words are almost carried away by the wind, another victim to the forest. He leans into them, his well trained ears picking up every hushed, reverent tone.
"We are Alike."
The phrase was almost beautiful in its simplicity, if not slightly misguided by its falsity. As her lips brush against his, however, the constant toiling is hushed. There was no lust behind the gesture, nor no hidden agenda or vile curiosity begging to be sated. It was innocent and, it was in the quiet of the moment that he felt something that took him by surprise.
He felt wanted.
Tears pricked at his lower lid, threatening to spill past his carefully mortared walls. For a moment, he considered that she might let her glimpse into the pain that was his existence - to see the depth in which her touch had affected him.
But the walls stretched too high and, instead, he felt himself step away.
OOC: @[wound]
He was mournful to have respawns such hateful thoughts for, before him, appeared a mare, whole and beautiful.
Without hesitation she dismissed his apology, stating his lack of need for one. Internally, his insides lurch. He'd spent a lifetime apologizing. His existence, his continued will to live, and the gruel gift of his one eye - they were all things that caused him remorse on a daily basis.
As the mare steps forward her words are almost carried away by the wind, another victim to the forest. He leans into them, his well trained ears picking up every hushed, reverent tone.
"We are Alike."
The phrase was almost beautiful in its simplicity, if not slightly misguided by its falsity. As her lips brush against his, however, the constant toiling is hushed. There was no lust behind the gesture, nor no hidden agenda or vile curiosity begging to be sated. It was innocent and, it was in the quiet of the moment that he felt something that took him by surprise.
He felt wanted.
Tears pricked at his lower lid, threatening to spill past his carefully mortared walls. For a moment, he considered that she might let her glimpse into the pain that was his existence - to see the depth in which her touch had affected him.
But the walls stretched too high and, instead, he felt himself step away.
OOC: @[wound]