04-26-2018, 08:30 AM
Hephaestus
It was an odd feeling, to be wanted. It pulsated around him in the many different colors of his varying emotions. Erinys saw herself as he envisioned himself – a creature unworthy of time or affection. Outcasted. It pained him to think that she, whose differences were not nearly as harsh as his, knew the same pain of solitude as he did.
Inexplicably, the air around them grew suddenly colder – a reminder that dusk would soon be upon them. He’d lost track of the time they’d spent in silence, staring and considering the other. In the shocking moment of their first meeting, neither had hastened to break the charged silence. Now, however, the words flowed freely from the darkened mare’s lips – a skill that he, himself, had not yet mastered.
She was glad that he had stayed rather than act upon his instinctive need to flee. The urge was one that still clung to his nerves, shooting through him in amplified waves of anxiety. The intensity of her gaze as she watched him was almost unnerving in its unfamiliarity. Why would she want him to stay? What did he have to offer her? She deserved better than the cruel reality that was his face – she deserved happiness and someone to love her in the ways that he was so incapable of. Love was hard to master when it’d never been demonstrated. The examples offered to him had been one wreathed in hatred and the desire to see him lying lifelessly buried in the tall grass of his home.
Deep down, he hoped to one day return to them – stronger than when he’d left. He was not a fool to know that their relief to find him gone would have been potent. That morning, as he stood upon the shores of Beqanna, he imagined that he could hear his families collective exhale.
With their moment of intimacy behind them, Erinys inquired upon his name. An identity to place upon his shadow of existence. “Hephaestus,” he muttered under half-held breath. “My name is Hephaestus.”
Inexplicably, the air around them grew suddenly colder – a reminder that dusk would soon be upon them. He’d lost track of the time they’d spent in silence, staring and considering the other. In the shocking moment of their first meeting, neither had hastened to break the charged silence. Now, however, the words flowed freely from the darkened mare’s lips – a skill that he, himself, had not yet mastered.
She was glad that he had stayed rather than act upon his instinctive need to flee. The urge was one that still clung to his nerves, shooting through him in amplified waves of anxiety. The intensity of her gaze as she watched him was almost unnerving in its unfamiliarity. Why would she want him to stay? What did he have to offer her? She deserved better than the cruel reality that was his face – she deserved happiness and someone to love her in the ways that he was so incapable of. Love was hard to master when it’d never been demonstrated. The examples offered to him had been one wreathed in hatred and the desire to see him lying lifelessly buried in the tall grass of his home.
Deep down, he hoped to one day return to them – stronger than when he’d left. He was not a fool to know that their relief to find him gone would have been potent. That morning, as he stood upon the shores of Beqanna, he imagined that he could hear his families collective exhale.
With their moment of intimacy behind them, Erinys inquired upon his name. An identity to place upon his shadow of existence. “Hephaestus,” he muttered under half-held breath. “My name is Hephaestus.”
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[Erinys]