11-18-2019, 09:25 AM
You’re uncontrollable
and we are unlovable
and we are unlovable
Is it enough?
Oftentimes that is the question these days. Is what he does for others, to others, enough to please a fairy? She must know that he can only do so much against the disbalance in the world. Heck, he can’t even be sure if his own personal balance will ever truly fall to the ‘good’ side - pending of course, what someone defines as good or bad. His own definitions aren’t really things he can trust anymore - was it a good thing to try to scare a yearling, to prevent her from worse mistakes?
Was it a good thing to help someone survive on Icicle Isle at all - perhaps fate had decided they should die there?
Perhaps he’s just taking all of this to the next level; certainly she could not have meant for him to help everybody. She’d said she wanted to make sure that any changes weren’t solely for himself.
Did she mean, perhaps, herself instead of the world? Or was that one and the same thing?
Stop overthinking it. It was one thing to tell himself that, another thing to stop doing it. And yet, perhaps his overthinking is what set him wandering; set him wandering to ultimately find someone else, meet someone new, and perhaps try to help them in some way.
Or not, if the situation didn’t call for it. Then, he usually resorted to his stupid jokes and simply hoping that perhaps someone could learn from his prodding - something about themselves, something about him, something about the chaotic way the world worked.
The forest was an easy place to pick old and dried fruits and nuts for Beryl. And an even easier place to be wandering in, if he needed to keep his mind off anything.
It was a surprise to find the colourful maiden from Loess in the forest - most winged horses didn’t go so deep into the woods, not wanting to get stuck beneath a canopy. But she had - and perhaps, he thought as he focused on her, on purpose.
He makes his way over, but before he can tell her that she looks like shit, she says something. You tried to warn me. Now, Leilan hadn’t exactly warned her of anything except that Loess was so full of souls that it could choke a horse, and that cacti were prickly.
At the same time, another mare appears, though younger and of different build. Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. That, to Leilan, is very strange.
So, when he steps up to the pair, he addresses the latter first with a rhetoric question. ”Why apologize for something you didn’t do?” he asks her, head tilted as he walks up to Oceane, asking her a question next. ”I told you about the cacti, so please tell me that’s not what this is about.” Of course it isn’t, but a little bit of a joke to take her mind off of it never hurt anyone. Assessing her position on the ground, he adds: ”For the record, I’m not sure pine needles are that much better.”
Oftentimes that is the question these days. Is what he does for others, to others, enough to please a fairy? She must know that he can only do so much against the disbalance in the world. Heck, he can’t even be sure if his own personal balance will ever truly fall to the ‘good’ side - pending of course, what someone defines as good or bad. His own definitions aren’t really things he can trust anymore - was it a good thing to try to scare a yearling, to prevent her from worse mistakes?
Was it a good thing to help someone survive on Icicle Isle at all - perhaps fate had decided they should die there?
Perhaps he’s just taking all of this to the next level; certainly she could not have meant for him to help everybody. She’d said she wanted to make sure that any changes weren’t solely for himself.
Did she mean, perhaps, herself instead of the world? Or was that one and the same thing?
Stop overthinking it. It was one thing to tell himself that, another thing to stop doing it. And yet, perhaps his overthinking is what set him wandering; set him wandering to ultimately find someone else, meet someone new, and perhaps try to help them in some way.
Or not, if the situation didn’t call for it. Then, he usually resorted to his stupid jokes and simply hoping that perhaps someone could learn from his prodding - something about themselves, something about him, something about the chaotic way the world worked.
The forest was an easy place to pick old and dried fruits and nuts for Beryl. And an even easier place to be wandering in, if he needed to keep his mind off anything.
It was a surprise to find the colourful maiden from Loess in the forest - most winged horses didn’t go so deep into the woods, not wanting to get stuck beneath a canopy. But she had - and perhaps, he thought as he focused on her, on purpose.
He makes his way over, but before he can tell her that she looks like shit, she says something. You tried to warn me. Now, Leilan hadn’t exactly warned her of anything except that Loess was so full of souls that it could choke a horse, and that cacti were prickly.
At the same time, another mare appears, though younger and of different build. Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. That, to Leilan, is very strange.
So, when he steps up to the pair, he addresses the latter first with a rhetoric question. ”Why apologize for something you didn’t do?” he asks her, head tilted as he walks up to Oceane, asking her a question next. ”I told you about the cacti, so please tell me that’s not what this is about.” Of course it isn’t, but a little bit of a joke to take her mind off of it never hurt anyone. Assessing her position on the ground, he adds: ”For the record, I’m not sure pine needles are that much better.”
and I don’t want you to think that I care
I never would, I never could again
Leilan
no. 7 | ice forged in fire
@[Oceane] as requested (:
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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