10-24-2021, 02:33 PM
In all of her daydreaming of the day she would be reunited with Malik, she had not expected to not be remembered. There had been some dark and scary thoughts, but they all ended the same wonderful way - with a hug and with an escape from their parents. They could hide in the forest where she had been staying with Asterope and together they could help her friend find her sisters.
And everything would be just fine.
Instead, Sickle stumbles when Malik sidesteps her to get away from the hug and she turns to see him in his horse form. It’s a kick to the heart to see him older than he is in her memories, though of course that makes sense.
She is frowning in confusion, wondering if this was a game too, but the next question is a worse blow. A small, distressed noise escapes her before she clamps down on her mouth. Her pulse roars in her ears but even that is not enough to protect her from the second question he asks her.
Who are you.
This has to be some sort of horrible dream, right? When they were small they would play games and tricks with each other but nothing like this. She tries to reject the reality, tries to find some way to explain it, but she comes up empty.
“I’m Sickle.” Her voice is so faint, croaked out as she stares at him through eyes filling with tears. “I’m your sister.” She hates so much that she has to say that, that she isn’t just known but someone who means so much to her, someone she has spent so long looking for and trying to be brave and strong enough to rescue from Hyaline.
Her next question is another whisper, filled with her horror and pain. “What did they do to you?” Because this had to be their parents’ fault. She knew of no one else who could be this cruel.
And everything would be just fine.
Instead, Sickle stumbles when Malik sidesteps her to get away from the hug and she turns to see him in his horse form. It’s a kick to the heart to see him older than he is in her memories, though of course that makes sense.
She is frowning in confusion, wondering if this was a game too, but the next question is a worse blow. A small, distressed noise escapes her before she clamps down on her mouth. Her pulse roars in her ears but even that is not enough to protect her from the second question he asks her.
Who are you.
This has to be some sort of horrible dream, right? When they were small they would play games and tricks with each other but nothing like this. She tries to reject the reality, tries to find some way to explain it, but she comes up empty.
“I’m Sickle.” Her voice is so faint, croaked out as she stares at him through eyes filling with tears. “I’m your sister.” She hates so much that she has to say that, that she isn’t just known but someone who means so much to her, someone she has spent so long looking for and trying to be brave and strong enough to rescue from Hyaline.
Her next question is another whisper, filled with her horror and pain. “What did they do to you?” Because this had to be their parents’ fault. She knew of no one else who could be this cruel.
@Malik