[private] love is for fools who fall behind, ana

[Anaxarete]

LIKE WATER FLOWING INTO LUNGS. When her gaze falls upon him - she freezes. And not just freezes in place but the ice sinks bone deep. Kensley.  Her mind cries out in anguish, but her lips remain sealed shut. There was much she could have said. Perhaps more she should have said. Her eyes betray more than her voice, the shades shifting from her typical ice blue to a shimmering violet as the flames threaten to burn their way to the surface. Her emotions were far more labile since she’d found him again. She does not fear this, rather embraces the flicker of feeling he has stirred in her. The shadowmare felt alive and that alone meant Beqanna should be wary. “What happened?” she asks, simply. She wasn’t angry at him. She couldn’t bring herself to be angry at him. Not now. Not after everything.  But she knew that someone had done this. The anger she kept so carefully suppressed prickled just beneath her skin - wanting nothing more than to be unleashed. Someone had done this. Someone would burn for what they had done to him. To what they had stolen. Her attention shifts back to him and she runs her muzzle against his shoulder. The flesh is not as she remembered. It is cold. Like her. She wants to restore his heat and his warmth and his life, but she is unwilling to give him up even now. He is hers, living or dead. And she needs him to know - needs him to see that no matter what they do to him he will always hold that piece of her she had given him freely. What a pair they were now.  Undead. Soulless. Cold. Together. A N A X A R E T E been there, done that

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