boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.
She will never understand this.
The wall between the two lovers collapses into a faultline, vast and dark. Litotes watches as the rift widens and drags them further from each - further from unconditional love and understanding. The snarl on his lips widens into fear and fury.
She will never fucking understand.
What was once just buried anger has morphed into the fury of unchecked predatory instincts: Litotes can no longer discern the line between equine thought and lion thought. His confusion shows in the tense shake of his legs and lack of recognition in his eyes. Even as Kensa’s sadness nearly floods her face, he does not see her pain. He cannot comprehend it.
He is too far gone.
He cannot remember the gentle touch of her lips -
the nights their laughter was the only sound in Hyaline -
their shared joy when their first child was born.
Everything they have built slips from his mind: children’s toys lovingly crafted now outgrown and folded haphazardly into a box, walked up the impractical steps of an attic, spider covered and dust strewn in a corner. Somewhere, beneath that box, amidst the dead skin and lost hair, is a desire to remember (or even feel). The pain of remembering, though, is too great; his most beloved memories remain neglected and wilted.
Thick hair whisks with a terrifying majesty when Lie rears his head at Kensa’s words. She is Hyaline?
“You know damn well I am just as much a part of Hyaline as you.” The snarl from before has yet to leave his lips.
Bells are sounding alarm after alarm in his ears when Kensa steps closer, dangerously within reach of his anger. Litotes matches her step, lion’s claws digging into the dry dirt as if the action might actually calm him. In and out, the points dip into the earth, leaving deeper and deeper holes. His stare is both ice and fire - attempting to sear his counterpart while icing her out of what he is truly feeling.
It is what she says next that finally draws him from his fixation.
Darkness floods his eyes, then his face, then his entire body. Lie freezes in his position, the ringing of that odd smell from moments before replaying in his mind. Slowly, his dull eyes drag up to Kensa’s face. Her voice is soft but he does not care; he cannot understand what she is saying.
He does not think of how their close quarters will affect her when he roars - he simply releases the noise, fierce and unbridled. Sharp canines snap forward, aggressive, unsure if they will hit a mark (or if they even have that intention). As the sound fades, he takes a single step back, a tiny bit of feeling returning to his face.
Hurt. Hurt he brought upon himself - and betrayal. There a second and then gone.
The silence between them is vast and stony.
“Go, Kensa,” he hisses, “I don’t want to see you again.”
His head hangs when he turns, the growl in the back of his throat ominous.
and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?
@[Kensa] i'm murdering lie
