06-29-2020, 05:03 PM
He hasn't felt this worthless, not for a long time. He is playing the part asked of him, but this anger that he is somehow stoking only burns hotter. Clegane didn't need supernatural abilities to feel the way the air was full of it, to see the way Thorn is shaking with it. He is causing so much pain, and he doesn't know why, but he knows there is only one way to end it.
His one step back turns into two, then three, and again he is skittering backward, hs large, baroque frame almost collapsing on its haunches as a root tangles around his fetlock. But with a snap, his leg is loose, and he has the freedom to finds the comfort of the shadows.
"What are you most ashamed of, then?" The question still finds him, even in the dark, and it slows his momentum for a moment. But it is a question the stallion is not equipped to answer, and he grapples with his turbulent thoughts in silence - looking for words he would never find.
With an apologetic shake of his head, he begins to move again in an attempt to fix what he had broken the only way he could think of, and wishing he had never ruined such a beautiful moment.
"I'm sorry," he chokes, feeling relief as the darkness swallows him, feeling the need to be alone with the feelings that this bleeding stranger has awaken. "I have to go," he weakly covers, as if there was someone out there wondering where he was.
His one step back turns into two, then three, and again he is skittering backward, hs large, baroque frame almost collapsing on its haunches as a root tangles around his fetlock. But with a snap, his leg is loose, and he has the freedom to finds the comfort of the shadows.
"What are you most ashamed of, then?" The question still finds him, even in the dark, and it slows his momentum for a moment. But it is a question the stallion is not equipped to answer, and he grapples with his turbulent thoughts in silence - looking for words he would never find.
With an apologetic shake of his head, he begins to move again in an attempt to fix what he had broken the only way he could think of, and wishing he had never ruined such a beautiful moment.
"I'm sorry," he chokes, feeling relief as the darkness swallows him, feeling the need to be alone with the feelings that this bleeding stranger has awaken. "I have to go," he weakly covers, as if there was someone out there wondering where he was.
