[private] Heavy is the crown, sinking on deaf ears [Assailant]

[Famkee]

Famkee has always appreciated the simplest of things, perhaps it was a flaw, but it made things far less complicated. Taking notice was easy with him, the subtle understandings of space, the cogs twisting behind eyes that almost felt pity. It's the last thing she wants him to feel, but she hasn't really given him much choice in what to feel. A large itching part of her wants to erase the weakness she's shown, something she's forever been distracted with. Vulnerability sat beneath her pride, impatient, desperate. He remains just as firm in his willingness to try and shatter her walls, and if anything she commends him for it. His wishes to free her, as sweetly as they sound on his voice, are cast along the breeze, always there but never tangible. 

"It's not your fault." She's sincere, rigid around the edges. It really wasn't, she needed this wether she liked it or not. 

He is something to treasure in his innocence, despite being an immortal, paving way through grievous conditions and hardships, he prevails with a certain dexterity she finds difficult to understand. She shows her thanks in a transparent nod of her head, the smile that had formed around her mouth continues to stay there. Though it's short lived, her brows pinching in a sort of confusion, a earnest curiosity morphing her pretty face. Her voice is soft, yet bares a quality to it, a charming ring in the ears. 

"Why are you so kind to me?" Her face falls again, down and down into an interrogative path. Though still practically strangers, he treats her like a long lost friend. She doesn't know if it's her, being so closed off to the world, or if he's just always been this way. Despite that the compassion makes her shift in her skin a bit, she finds that somewhere it's soothing, refreshing in a strange manifestation, tingling her limbs in the best kind of practice. Kindness, empathy, tenderness, all sought from loved ones, from friends to family, to lovers. Famkee wasn't granted with any of those things, her only purpose was to serve, to fight and to complete tasks at hand. A robotic sort of existence that she found comfort in. Now that she's been left alone with this mentality, it begins to rot her sense of self, her sense of worth. 

Thankfully he provides a distraction, his set of powerful wings and his newfound partnership with them. She is happy to know that he's learning the pathways of the skies, something Famkee could only dream of. "I'm having trouble finding a place to settle into as well, so many changes have shaped the lands, i wonder if i pick one, it will be swallowed by the seas or claimed by a storm." She chuckles a bit too lightheartedly given the circumstances of Bequanna's recent affairs. "Do you have any siblings Assailant?" She thinks of her brother in this moment, wonders if he'll ever reach her line of sight again. Something to shove down for another time, after all it's what consumes her thoughts. She looks to his horn, manifesting her own golden light to slither up the serrated points of hers, the sunlight travels to her eyes, glowing a radiant halcyon. "You know," She pauses, scanning over the expanse of his wings, pondering how pegasi would be more efficient in battle, she feels as though the heavy pinions would just get in the way. "You still have yet to explore the uses of your other gift." A sinister grin grows around her lips, one that is hopeful, desirous. An eye for an eye, he tests her capabilities, she would be delighted to test his. This is what she was made for, it's all she's ever known. She may not be one of affection, or wisdom, but the taste of blood on her tongue, the feeling of succession, power, it's a drug she's long since been deprived of.  

If she could do anything for him, it was this.            

No rain, No flowers

Famkee

@assailant