[private] You flee my dream come morning [Levi]

[Ciri]

Ciri

The rims of her eyes are red with the shedding of tears, the swirling strands of silver dulled like stained iron and sluggish in their movement. It wasn’t suppose to be this way. It shouldn’t have been this way. But it was.

There’s only one stop she makes before she leaves. The hidden paradise that had been theirs (only theirs). When their feelings had first come to light and she had given herself willingly and freely to him. The leaves were thinning, the flowers were gone. Whatever remained was dead, dying. Much like their relationship.

She clenches her jaw, pinning her ears as she looks sadly on their special place. Perhaps she would see it again, perhaps she wouldn’t. With a sigh she turns and looks to the shore of the lake. This hurts her most of all, remembering when she had washed up from the Underneath. When Amet had found her, his kindness. Nursing her back to health. Of course she hadn’t forgotten. It was where she had started to fall in love with him.

The shore also holds a twinge of mixed feelings for it’s also where she first met the stormy gaze of Castile. When her heart became confused by the fluttering in her chest. She is so lost in thought, she doesn’t notice him. It’s only when he’s nearly by her side that she finally realizes she’s no longer alone. ”Oh..” Startled slightly, her heavily scarred body turns slightly to face him. The fresh puckered wound on her cheek is starting to heal but would never fade, leaving a long trailing white scar in it’s wake.

”The views all yours. I was just leaving.”

all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was

@[Levi] Since the latest Amet thread is drama figured it would be better they had their own thread hahaha

[Levi]

The meeting was over, and Levi had turned to walk down by the lake and find solitude. He had been left alone for most his life and he had grown accustomed to the silence. Now, he often preferred it. Amet had played the part of gracious host well, yet the interaction had still left him feeling... tired.

So he had bowed out, leaving Kolera to talk with the king or explore alone as she would. 

And something else had commanded his attention and made him feel a need to leave the company of the two. 

The crest of his neck and tail inched with an infuriating intensity. With heavy strides, the massive stallion presses his bulk through the brush. He finds a secluded place, where there is a tree that looks more sturdy than the rest, and begins to scratch the top of his neck along the rough bark.  Bark falls in pieces around him yet still the itch only seems to intensify until it becomes a burning. 

With a grunt of frustration, the mahogany beast reaches for the flames in his belly. The fire materializes in a spinning blade as wide a river-rock yet thin as ice. The flame strikes his neck where the sensation is the worst and the itch is gone. With a start, Levi realizes his short-cropped mane is replaced with a crown of living flame. Before long, some of the fire spreads and his dark tail is also replaced with flame. 

For a moment he hesitates, fearing he will be accused of attempting to burn down Hyaline for a second time, before curiosity wins out (as it always does) and he walks to the lake to see his reflection in the glassy lake.

Oh

She says it, and he thinks it. A dark mare turns to face him with red puffy eyes. He had been too distracted by the changes he was undergoing to continue to look for strangers. She says something about a view but his mind is elsewhere, and he takes several long strides into the lake. The icy water is above his hocks when he turns back to face the shore, and he glances up to where the scarred mare had been while he waits for the ripples to disperse. "I'm not here for the view."

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.

[Ciri]

Ciri

He is large despite his youth. A mass of bay muscles… and flames. She had been too preoccupied to fully let her eyes register his looks. The flaming mane and tail. Her soft "oh" fades into silence as she stares at him. As he wades into the lake, as if he knows it but she knows she’s never seen him here before. And then there’s a flicker of remembrance as her gaze ticks to the wisteria tree along the shore protectively. She had wanted to bring it back for him, restore it after it had been burned down… Burned… Down.

Despite the heaviness in her heart and the destruction between them, it doesn’t change the fierce love and protection she still feels for him. What does Amet love most of all? Hyaline. And if it was taken from him, burned again, it would destroy him. He was always the protector…. This time…(even if he did not know it) … She would try to protect him and that he loved most.

The stallion is literally burning and he is a stranger. While she hates to assume, the twisting in her gut to help Amet is stronger then her need to appear polite. Tossing her head slightly, she moves closer to where he stands in the shallows. Catching her reflection, the ugly line along her cheek raw and pink, making her wince slightly with painful memories.

”What are you here for then...?” Her words slow and flat, cautious yet demanding. A razor sharp edge under the layer of subtle accusation. Wariness in the swirling silver as she casts her gaze quickly to the sky, noting that dusk would soon fall. Soon she could access the stars. Until then she must keep him distracted, keep him in the water where perhaps he would not be able to cause any damage.

all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was

@[Levi]

[Levi]

Her eyes flow over his made and tail of flame and her face seems to darken with judgment. 

'Do you greet all fire magicians with such prejudice,'  he thinks but does not say. 

Where he came from it seemed like there were more horses that could manipulate fire than those that couldn't, and he wonders if she greets them all this way. He does not recognize her from that night, but it is possible she had been there and seen him in those brief moments he spent indulging his flames all those years ago.  He had been hard to miss. 

"A drink." He says, bored and final. The fact that his existence makes her feel threatened causes his lips to press together into a tight line, and any fascination she may have felt to fade. He was standing three horse-lengths out into a body of water, peacefully attending to his own needs and yet she sought to accuse him with her tone and demeanor. Surely, if he meant to attack he wouldn't come to the heart of the kingdom to relax and soak his travel-worn body first. Surely she would know that? She must be judging him for another reason, but he doesn't have the motivation to figure out exactly what that is. 

Maybe it was something about the cold that made all the Hyaline mares he had met so uptight. 

She creeps closer and the scowl on her tattered face makes him wish she had taken her own suggestion and left him alone. He reaches his pale maw towards the water to draw the cool liquid over his dry tongue, but under her harsh gaze, he halts with his muzzle hovering just above the water. 

"Don't worry, I'll be gone before dusk," he says with a hint of sarcasm before he shoves his muzzle into the water to drink. 

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.