10-05-2021, 12:20 PM
I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
He watches the fairies as they pull on small strands of hair, as they poke and prod her. It dawns on him that this is the first time in a long time that he has seen one. It had been years since they had vanished from the wildflowers and the meadow haunts, years since they had left him after he had become Fae himself. There is a strange nostalgia in seeing the way they try to annoy the girl as if that will pull her out of the numb stupor she has fallen under.
Eventually, she does look at him though. He is intrigued by her unique coloring and when he finds the strange pink of her eyes, his indifference fades slightly. He is quiet for a moment as her name slips free from quivering lips. When a fairy tries to remove another tangled blossom, he shakes his head slightly and steps closer to her. If things went according to plan today, Leuce would have an assortment of flowers caught in her mane as most of them did in the wildflower lands.
The question the girl asks him is strained and he exhales slowly, recognizing that longing in her voice. “No.” Is all he says although his tone is not as gruff as it had been before. She is a scared and fragile thing but there is potential and that is enough for him. “Your mother is gone.” He finally says quietly and it is true enough. It didn’t matter if the foals mother was alive or dead, if the girl's presence here was by her parents choice or not. She was here now, alone and rejected. “But I can give you a new family. You will be wanted, Leuce.”
Eventually, she does look at him though. He is intrigued by her unique coloring and when he finds the strange pink of her eyes, his indifference fades slightly. He is quiet for a moment as her name slips free from quivering lips. When a fairy tries to remove another tangled blossom, he shakes his head slightly and steps closer to her. If things went according to plan today, Leuce would have an assortment of flowers caught in her mane as most of them did in the wildflower lands.
The question the girl asks him is strained and he exhales slowly, recognizing that longing in her voice. “No.” Is all he says although his tone is not as gruff as it had been before. She is a scared and fragile thing but there is potential and that is enough for him. “Your mother is gone.” He finally says quietly and it is true enough. It didn’t matter if the foals mother was alive or dead, if the girl's presence here was by her parents choice or not. She was here now, alone and rejected. “But I can give you a new family. You will be wanted, Leuce.”
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@leuce well done