10-07-2021, 02:53 PM
Mazikeen
Grief has settled over Hyaline like a fog, thick enough Mazikeen thinks she can sometimes smell it on the wind. Her heart aches for the loss of Ryatah, worse now after trying so hard to keep the angels safe, but though her pain is genuine, she is far more worried about the family left behind. Selaphiel who was already so prone to sadness, Atrox and his fury. The prey of Hyaline had seen a few seasons of respite after the absence of Gale, and Mazikeen cannot bring herself to pity the terror they face now.
And Firion. She doesn’t miss the way he has not been eating and she feels that weighty helplessness of knowing she can only be a comforting presence. She cannot fix this for him, there is no fix to be had at all. Even revenge wouldn't change anything.
She has her suspicions on who is responsible but Mazikeen has not yet found Gale to find out for sure. Her intentions of never seeing him again are easily overridden by the protectiveness she feels for the family that had so thoroughly rooted themselves into her heart.
When Firion appears before her, wherever her thoughts had been drifting they snap back into focus on him. She takes in the subtle changes of his face - maybe only noticeable because she’s been seeing so much of it lately - and the roughness of his voice. And then she does not hesitate to close the distance between them, moving with a surety she only mostly feels. They are still learning one another and Mazikeen constantly worries she’ll do something wrong that will cause them to crumble apart.
Just as he hadn’t told her things would be okay when he had found her by the sea, and moments since when the nightmare of the last few years catches up to her, those words don’t leave her mouth. Mazikeen moves forward, a soft brush of her muzzle first to encourage his head up over her shoulder where he can rest it. Her horns disappear, leaving no sharp edges as she fits herself against him.
If he tries to move away, if this contact is too much today, she’d step aside without hesitation. But if he’ll let her, she’ll press close and maybe there will be some small comfort to be found there where gold and white meet. She hopes so. Just as she hopes that though words fail her, he will know that she is here for him, whatever he needs, as her mouth makes slow, gentle movements across his gold and black skin.
And Firion. She doesn’t miss the way he has not been eating and she feels that weighty helplessness of knowing she can only be a comforting presence. She cannot fix this for him, there is no fix to be had at all. Even revenge wouldn't change anything.
She has her suspicions on who is responsible but Mazikeen has not yet found Gale to find out for sure. Her intentions of never seeing him again are easily overridden by the protectiveness she feels for the family that had so thoroughly rooted themselves into her heart.
When Firion appears before her, wherever her thoughts had been drifting they snap back into focus on him. She takes in the subtle changes of his face - maybe only noticeable because she’s been seeing so much of it lately - and the roughness of his voice. And then she does not hesitate to close the distance between them, moving with a surety she only mostly feels. They are still learning one another and Mazikeen constantly worries she’ll do something wrong that will cause them to crumble apart.
Just as he hadn’t told her things would be okay when he had found her by the sea, and moments since when the nightmare of the last few years catches up to her, those words don’t leave her mouth. Mazikeen moves forward, a soft brush of her muzzle first to encourage his head up over her shoulder where he can rest it. Her horns disappear, leaving no sharp edges as she fits herself against him.
If he tries to move away, if this contact is too much today, she’d step aside without hesitation. But if he’ll let her, she’ll press close and maybe there will be some small comfort to be found there where gold and white meet. She hopes so. Just as she hopes that though words fail her, he will know that she is here for him, whatever he needs, as her mouth makes slow, gentle movements across his gold and black skin.
@firion