12-04-2020, 12:36 AM
i think i'm better on my own but i get so lost in you
She did not come to the field very often. Even when she had lived in Pangea, it was not in her nature to put forth much effort into things like recruiting, or really anything for the betterment of anything other than herself. The nomadic life was far more fitting for her ever-changing ways; there were so few things that could hold her interest for long before she flitted onto the next thing, and lands were no different. She would never admit how she loved that instead of tying themselves to a land, she and Thomas had made each other their homes. He was the only thing she was anchored to, the only one she had to worry about eventually returning to, and even he did little to actually make her stay.
She didn't mind; she liked to think he knew that she would be back.
Today, for a reason that she cannot fathom, she goes to the field. It was not her favorite place; the best stories took place elsewhere, but, sometimes she was curious to see what newcomers had stumbled across these ancient lands. The bloodlines here were such a twisted, tangled web, and it had become easy to pick out the certain attributes that ran with each one – the star-studded children of her father, the various lines of shadow-dwellers, dragons, and shapeshifters. It made the strangers easy to find, and when her impossibly dark eyes settle on the palomino and white mare – a plain color in comparison to the wild ones that were so prevalent here – she stops to observe her, tilting her delicate head.
She contemplates for just a moment, standing there with the sun glinting off the galaxy-color of her skin, before approaching. “Hello,” she says once she is close enough, her black eyes mostly hidden by her shockingly white forelock, but there is a faint smile on her lips. She wasn’t very good at being friendly, per se, but she wasn’t known for being cruel, either, and there wasn’t any malice to her tone. “You’re new here, aren’t you.” It’s more of a statement – to someone that had been born here, it was obvious, and she didn’t much care about making assumptions anyway. “My name is Desire.”
She didn't mind; she liked to think he knew that she would be back.
Today, for a reason that she cannot fathom, she goes to the field. It was not her favorite place; the best stories took place elsewhere, but, sometimes she was curious to see what newcomers had stumbled across these ancient lands. The bloodlines here were such a twisted, tangled web, and it had become easy to pick out the certain attributes that ran with each one – the star-studded children of her father, the various lines of shadow-dwellers, dragons, and shapeshifters. It made the strangers easy to find, and when her impossibly dark eyes settle on the palomino and white mare – a plain color in comparison to the wild ones that were so prevalent here – she stops to observe her, tilting her delicate head.
She contemplates for just a moment, standing there with the sun glinting off the galaxy-color of her skin, before approaching. “Hello,” she says once she is close enough, her black eyes mostly hidden by her shockingly white forelock, but there is a faint smile on her lips. She wasn’t very good at being friendly, per se, but she wasn’t known for being cruel, either, and there wasn’t any malice to her tone. “You’re new here, aren’t you.” It’s more of a statement – to someone that had been born here, it was obvious, and she didn’t much care about making assumptions anyway. “My name is Desire.”
i think i'm better on my own but i'm so obsessed with you
desire
@[Lindy]