05-12-2018, 07:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-12-2018, 07:07 AM by Hephaestus.)
The forest around them pulsed in time to his beating heart. The mare's closeness was unfamiliar to him, the touch of her soft body sending shockwaves through him. Often times lost to his seclusion, he'd survived without the necessity of touch. His own parent's had only ever graced him with their comforts once - and even then it was as they were attempting to still the rythem of his heart. From that moment on, as he bled clinging to the disastrous life he'd been given that he came to despise any form of physical contact. The silver laced mare had crossed all his boundaries and, for the first time, he allowed himself to lose himself in the moment.
As she trembled beside him, Hephaestus saw himself mirrored within the panicky windows of her soul. The fear and uncertainty...though he would never admit it, he'd felt all those things and more. Only, he'd learned to bury the trembling hypeeventilation that would rise up from the depths of him. He embraced his loneliness and called it friend. Beside him, he could feel her tense body slowly relax until the moment that she peeled herself away from him. For a moment, he found himself grieving the loss of her closeness - an altogether frightening realization.
Her whispered thanks tickled his ears and he is almost startled by it. When he'd first arrived upon the shores of Beqanna, he had never thought that it would be he comforting the broken. In his travels he had met many who thought themselves destestable and he'd offered his comfort. Somehow, he'd been enough to calm the raging storms within them. And each time he left them, his own torment seemed quieter.
Perhaps there was something he had to offer after all. Perhaps this journey didnt have to end with his death.
Standing independently now, the bay thanked him once more and he nodded stiffly in her direction, his eyes tracing across the whole of her body. Despite her right leg, she was beautiful beneath the leafy canopy above. He only wished that she could see herself through his eyes.
@[wound]
As she trembled beside him, Hephaestus saw himself mirrored within the panicky windows of her soul. The fear and uncertainty...though he would never admit it, he'd felt all those things and more. Only, he'd learned to bury the trembling hypeeventilation that would rise up from the depths of him. He embraced his loneliness and called it friend. Beside him, he could feel her tense body slowly relax until the moment that she peeled herself away from him. For a moment, he found himself grieving the loss of her closeness - an altogether frightening realization.
Her whispered thanks tickled his ears and he is almost startled by it. When he'd first arrived upon the shores of Beqanna, he had never thought that it would be he comforting the broken. In his travels he had met many who thought themselves destestable and he'd offered his comfort. Somehow, he'd been enough to calm the raging storms within them. And each time he left them, his own torment seemed quieter.
Perhaps there was something he had to offer after all. Perhaps this journey didnt have to end with his death.
Standing independently now, the bay thanked him once more and he nodded stiffly in her direction, his eyes tracing across the whole of her body. Despite her right leg, she was beautiful beneath the leafy canopy above. He only wished that she could see herself through his eyes.
@[wound]