[mature] you’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, Tunnel

[Briseis]

He asks her what it is that she saw, and her muscles coil even tighter beneath her obsidian coat. She has been asked before, and it is something difficult to articulate into words. For a moment her eyes close, feeling his touch as it ghosts across her skin, letting her mind fill with the grim web of shadows that made up her nightmares. ”I can’t explain it,” She starts off slowly, not entirely sure that his question comes from a place of genuine interest, and the idea of sounding foolish is at the forefront of her mind, ”It’s more of a feeling. An intense fear that I’ve lived through before, and it follows me.”

She suddenly stops, the words clipping short at the end of her sentence. She sounded insane. She doesn’t know how to explain why she flees from her nightmares, an obscured reliving of the events that had driven her into the sea and washed her upon the shores of Beqanna. But the memories only come to her when she sleeps, tumultuous and chaotic, but igniting a fear so tangible that it screams at her to run. She has been running from her demons for years now, and still the haunted memories of her past hide from her during the daylight hours. She cannot remember the invites that inspire them.

But she can’t tell him that.

She fears him, much in the same way she fears everyone. There is only distrust coursing through her feral blood, regarding everyone with a timid caution until they give her a reason not to. So far, despite the way his lips trace invisible paths across her skin, he leaves her feeling uneasy, but her curiosity is what anchors her here. ”My name is Briseis.” She is nothing special. Not in the way that she looks — not vibrant and unique like others in Beqanna, although her lengthy wind-tangled mane and the spider-web of scars made her appear far more wild than most here — and not unique in her place here. Few knew her face, and even less knew her name. She is quiet, reserved, and somehow she has stumbled into the grasp of this intriguing and confusing man. She wants to ask him why he is here, and why he has feigned such an interest in the shadow mare of Hyaline, but she can’t seem to form the words on her tongue.

briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece

@[Tunnel]