don't let the fear of flying stop you from falling
@[Svedka]
If you please, do come and do the puppy eye thing
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Shooting stars cannot fix the world; Svedka
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05-09-2018, 06:52 AM
And if I fell, would you be there to catch me? Ilma don't let the fear of @[Svedka] If you please, do come and do the puppy eye thing Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
05-09-2018, 06:22 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars The woman melts into the wintry scene, but even amidst the beauty of nature, Svedka can find her flawless white form with a particular easiness from the vast whiteness around her. In fact, Kagerus had not told the twins. That is why (much to his horror, he will realize later), the milk-and-honey stallion does not hesitate to trot towards her, his eyes bright and welcoming, a breathless smile fixated on the pink of his pale lips. Had he known, had he any inkling, he perhaps would have strayed from her out of politeness. It would have killed him, to avoid her for her own peace of mind, but he would have considered it. Though Svedka is a light within the darkness, a radiant beam of spirit and freedom, he is not naive when it comes to the ways of the world. He understands that there can be blackness in the hearts of those around them, and that there are - though he would rather not think about it - things that go bump in the night; things that claw and rip and tear, that kill and maim. He would understand, if he had found out what had happened to her. But for now, he is clueless as he comes up beside her, already eyeing the beautiful and flawless feathers at her sides that somehow are more radiant and gleaming in the icy world around them. “Ilma,” he breathes gently, his voice quiet compared to the shout of her name across the valley only days ago. He had missed her, and he wonders if the absence of Tahti has created a spring of sadness within her - loneliness and sorrow, which he hoped that a stroll through Hyaline could possibly render, if not for a little while. “It’s good to see you,” he tells her genuinely, stretching his neck forward to press his muzzle against her own, nostrils flaring to catch the scent of wind and ice crystals on her skin. (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] she may react any way you would like her to, feel free to snap at him or whatever is necessary! <3
05-10-2018, 06:02 AM
And if I fell, would you be there to catch me? Ilma don't let the fear of @[Svedka] Whoops uncontrollable emotions! I hope you can make something of it... Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
05-11-2018, 06:22 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars He hadn’t known why she hadn’t come when he had called for her, but he could have never guessed the true reason. Svedka is not one to be easily offended, and merely decided that she hadn’t heard him, or that she had simply been busy. He hadn’t thought for a minute that there could be any other reason. The pale pink of his lips brush the corner of her mouth and only a second goes by before a cold feeling of dread curls damply in his stomach. It is not a feeling that he had felt in years (when the young boy had died accidentally, at Solace’s hand), and it washes over him like ice from the frozen lake. Don’t! Her voice is quivering and fearful as she leaps away from him, rearing as if defending herself from him. Her exclamation is enough to shock him into immobility; he is charming and witty, but he understands the meaning of no. The smile normally strewn across his face has disappeared. Instead, the expression of confusion and shock decorate the two-tones of his handsome face, sincere hurt dimming the bright blue of his normally shining eyes. “Ilma...” he murmurs her name, his voice uncertain for the first time in his life. She distances herself from him and he’s quick to close the gap that she created, his eyes dark beneath the furrow of his brow. “Ilma?” His voice is a question now, confusion mingling into the tenderness of his wavering voice. She’s crying, and he doesn’t know why. What had he done? Svedka doesn’t attempt to come any closer, tucking his chin towards his chest in defeat. His ears fall limply, his unsure gaze flickering across hers, trying to understand. He wants to hold her, to dry the tears that so freely fall with sweet brushes of his lips against the flawless white of her gentle face, to hush her and soothe her with lullabies from his mother’s ancestral home. She’s afraid of you. The stallion swallows hard at the realization, feeling as if his heart is shattering within his chest. Svedka, for the first time in his life, had no idea what to do. All he was sure of is that he wasn’t leaving - he couldn’t. “I-I’m sorry,” he sputters helplessly, a quick shake of his head signifying his inability to do much else. He doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for, but nothing else seemed quite right at the moment. He had long forgotten about the blooming flowers he had seen upon the mountain despite the winter’s snow, and how he had wanted to show her. They are unimportant and insignificant compared with the scene unfolding before him. “I’ll fix it,” he begs her quietly, “whatever it is, I’ll fix it.” He rambles stupidly, ears flicking back submissively and his eyes darting from her face to gaze uncertainly at the shimmering snow below him. (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] all da feels I hope that you catch me, cause I’m already falling Ilma don't let the fear of Emotional rollercoaster does not know what she wants... @[Svedka] Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
05-12-2018, 09:20 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars She tries to explain away the rashness, but the fear is still there - the uncertainty, the sorrow; it still lies beneath the softness of her pale face, clawing at her from the inside. She moves closer and he is even more confused, afraid even. He did not want her to voice to quiver in fear at his presence, to be startled and flinch away at his touch. His brow creases together, sadness widening them with their pleading gaze. He’s gone now, she murmurs, more to reassure herself than to him. Svedka snorts softly, ears flicking back slightly with indecision. He? Ilma closes the gap, bringing herself to him with a rattling sigh and with red eyes, and Svedka allows it. He does not push her away, but opens his chest and shoulder for her. He shivers at the feeling of her skin on him - warm and inviting, despite the scene that had just unfolded. Svedka’s strong neck curves around her hesitantly, afraid to scare her again, treating her delicately as he realizes how fragile she is in this moment. “Ilma,” he replies tenderly, the breath from her lips warm against the tangles of his blue and ivory mane, flecked with speckles of white snow. “Ilma, are you okay?” His voice is a whisper, a shuddering of breath against her, hesitant to actually place his mouth against the curve of her neck, into the softness and warmth of her downy feathers. Something tears at her soul - he can feel it in the way she trembles beside him, stifling her tears and her reaction to his presence - he only hopes she will tell him, and allow him to understand the inner workings of her beautiful mind. Svedka does not move away from her, and if she decides to pull away he would not follow. He is not the forward and confident stallion that he normally is, but he is whoever he needs to be for her. There is a seriousness in their conversation that is too heavy for him to try to be his light-hearted self, apparent in the way his cerulean eyes glimmer with empathy. (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma]
05-12-2018, 11:05 AM
I hope that you catch me, cause I’m already falling Ilma I hope that you see right through my walls... @[Svedka] Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
05-13-2018, 07:38 AM
the secret of our world is written in the stars “You don’t have to pretend, Ilma. Please don’t.” You’re safe, now. Hesitantly, quivering in the bitter cold of winter (how is it that the air has become that much more freezing in a matter of moments?), afraid of startling her but more afraid of appearing unsympathetic, Svedka’s pale mouth gently brushes at her alabaster mane. The gesture is innocent as he grooms her steadily, as if the mundaneness of it would relinquish any of the woes circulating in her mind. She is frozen beside him, unwavering and unmoving against the warmth of his muscular shoulder, hoping that she knew she would never have to move from his side if she didn’t want to. In his younger years, Svedka had never considered finding a place to call home. The only sturdy relationship he had was with his sister, thus coming and going at will wasn’t too much of a heartbreak for just one soul. Besides, Solace understood him (perhaps the only one that truly does, though he feels that is slowly changing) and there was no hatred harbored for his many disappearances. However, as the milk-and-honey stallion curls himself around Ilma, trying to protect her from whatever monster had gotten in, he quickly realizes that more than just Solace would be affected by a sudden disappearance. It may always be an internal struggle, a constant battle against his need for wandering and his need to protect them, but as she presses into the curve of his chest and finds comfort there, he knows what is more important. “Everyone deserves their own slice of happiness, Ilma.” His voice is warm and tender against her neck, his muzzle moving to her withers as she steps further into his embrace, the smell of snow and sun on her feathers. “I would rather be called stupid and naive, than not have a dream to wish for.” A silly boy, a foolish child. “I think you’re brave for having a dream at all.” A light snow begins to fall, accumulating on their backs in tiny wisps of white, tiny crystals clinging to their manes and eyelashes. (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] I hope that you catch me, cause I’m already falling Ilma I hope that you see right through my walls... @[Svedka] Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time
05-14-2018, 04:10 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars He decides that he would stand there for eternity if that is what she asks of him. He would become a statue beneath the snow and the rain, there to hold her and comfort her the only way he knows how. It is times like these that he wishes for something more than just his wandering heart - could he not have something useful, something to help her? He has no idea what that ‘something’ could be, but Svedka cannot help but feel entirely useless in this moment; whispering sweet nothings will not change whatever darkness has come across her eyes, a comforting embrace could not undo the damage that has already been done. Even now he cannot fathom what has been done to her (he is so innocent, despite his many adventures and lovers), and could not even begin to comprehend what could have happened to make her react to him (a male) in such a way. So when her voice becomes dimmer, quieter (ashamed?), he leans in closer. His stomach curls with the twisting of ice that pools there, a sense of foreboding washing over him as she speaks to him in short phrases - broken and choppy - that he tries to piece together as quickly as possible. Using me. I fell for it. He didn’t want to...wait. Svedka’s heart shatters with hers. He has been many places and with many people, and the ancient dance of love-making is both beautiful and as old as time. He cherishes it with each partner he’s had, to worship the sun and moon with their bodies, to give in to instincts and be truly as you are with another. It is precious to him, and though Ilma does not voice what has happened specifically, he knows what has happened. Someone (something, for he is no longer a person) muddied the beauty that is this ancient dance in a way that Svedka finds utterly repulsive. And poor Ilma, its victim. “Oh Ilma,” he breathes shakily, his heart hammering in his chest. His eyes fall closed behind tightening lids, squeezing them shut as he presses his face into her mane, imagining her fear, her panic. He should have been there, he should have protected her. Something like anger thrums beneath the surface of his gold-and-white skin, his jaw clenching tightly. “This darkness will not stain you forever,” he tells her, curving his neck around her in a strong and sturdy embrace. He will not get away with this. (be my escape) Svedka @[Ilma] <3 |
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