you can hear when the heart stops - kensley

[Anaxarete]

YOU CAN HEAR WHEN THE HEART STOPS. She’s frozen. Literally. Figuratively. So frozen she can feel the ice creeping through her veins. She’s so cold when she finally lets out a breath, it condenses into twin wisps of condensation as soon as it meets the warm air. He’s exactly how she remembers - the memory engraved deep within the recesses of his mind.  She cannot bring herself to move. So the ice spreads, leeching into the ground around her feet. At the sound of her name, her heart lurches again. It’s an uncomfortable, foreign sensation. She’s become so accustomed to her heart sitting like a stone in her chest - unmoving and unfeeling - that this sensation is equal parts disorienting and disconcerting. But the sound has freed her limbs, her mind, and her memory.  Slowly - so slowly - she takes a single step closer to him.  “You’re…” she pauses, looking for the right word, "...here."  Her voice is still calm and cool as ever, but there is a shadow of emotion there too.  Just a whisper. She could have substituted any number of words. Alive. Real. Not dead.  She’d truly believed he was dead and buried with the Chamber. It all felt so permanent. She should have known better. She still isn’t sure if she trusts her eyes. (If she trusts herself.)  He looks so much the same, but so different at the same time. Time has not been kind to him, either. She can see that. She understands that. He had not been her first love, but he had been her last.  Unspoken between them, but true nonetheless. She wasn’t sure that she even could love anymore.  But the remnants of her heart before she had plunged into a world of cold and shadow had been his.  They remained his. She had no claim to that part of herself anymore. Everything had changed. She had changed. And for the first time in a long time the shadowmare finds that she wants something that she cannot have. - A N A X A R E T E - been there, done that

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@[kensley]
this thread, man.