08-10-2019, 09:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-10-2019, 09:47 PM by Neverwhere.)
She snorts, and it is almost a laugh.
Surely, her face probably is ridiculous, but you grow accustomed to the things that are yours, even when the only time you see them is while dipping your head to drink from still water.
Neverwhere is attached to her face.
“Agree to disagree on that,” the mare says, drawing back another pace as the illusion fades, “but I think it suits me.”
Ridiculous. Maybe sometimes, maybe most of the time. Certainly right now, for though Heartfire wears her own unmarred face once again, the trick with her eyes has continued. She can see everything and it is distracting. Birds flitting from tree to tree overhead cause her to flinch, unused to seeing them flicker in and out of her vision so tack-sharp. The usual dark edges and faded spots gone, she looks around her for a moment like a foal opening its eyes for the first time on the world. With effort, she tears her gaze from the Everything that surrounds them and focuses their red-rimmed gaze onto Heartfire, grounding herself. This was not something she had seen coming, after all of it, that after years of living with shadows and glare, she would be jumping at them instead.
In the end, it was never seeing flies all over that would impress Neverwhere enough to draw her out from her well-practiced reclusivness, it was simply letting her see. It was such a simple thing.
She is barely listening when Heartfire invites her for a walk, and is caught half-unawares, forced to catch up with a few quick steps, falling in beside the black-and-silver mare with an obedience that surprises her. It’s the distraction of individual grass blades, of sparrows hopping and scratching in the dirt. A rabbit sits besides a stone and she knows simply by seeing that they are different.
"It's... been a long time." the chocolate brown mare agrees. She couldn’t say how long it has been. Once, there was a time she saw clearly, but the ruin had come on in small increments, slipping over her eyes like the gossamer threads of a spider’s web. She had not really noticed it happening.
Now, she notices everything, but it's harder to be snide and suspicious when you are staring at rabbits.
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
Surely, her face probably is ridiculous, but you grow accustomed to the things that are yours, even when the only time you see them is while dipping your head to drink from still water.
Neverwhere is attached to her face.
“Agree to disagree on that,” the mare says, drawing back another pace as the illusion fades, “but I think it suits me.”
Ridiculous. Maybe sometimes, maybe most of the time. Certainly right now, for though Heartfire wears her own unmarred face once again, the trick with her eyes has continued. She can see everything and it is distracting. Birds flitting from tree to tree overhead cause her to flinch, unused to seeing them flicker in and out of her vision so tack-sharp. The usual dark edges and faded spots gone, she looks around her for a moment like a foal opening its eyes for the first time on the world. With effort, she tears her gaze from the Everything that surrounds them and focuses their red-rimmed gaze onto Heartfire, grounding herself. This was not something she had seen coming, after all of it, that after years of living with shadows and glare, she would be jumping at them instead.
In the end, it was never seeing flies all over that would impress Neverwhere enough to draw her out from her well-practiced reclusivness, it was simply letting her see. It was such a simple thing.
She is barely listening when Heartfire invites her for a walk, and is caught half-unawares, forced to catch up with a few quick steps, falling in beside the black-and-silver mare with an obedience that surprises her. It’s the distraction of individual grass blades, of sparrows hopping and scratching in the dirt. A rabbit sits besides a stone and she knows simply by seeing that they are different.
"It's... been a long time." the chocolate brown mare agrees. She couldn’t say how long it has been. Once, there was a time she saw clearly, but the ruin had come on in small increments, slipping over her eyes like the gossamer threads of a spider’s web. She had not really noticed it happening.
Now, she notices everything, but it's harder to be snide and suspicious when you are staring at rabbits.
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
Neverwhere
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