02-25-2022, 05:46 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
It had been such a strange dream.
A stallion the color of slate, stars in his red eyes, galaxies caressing his body with an intimacy that had made her both envious and amorous all at once. Loneliness, she blames these long years encased in ice and chosen solitude as the reason behind this dream, this otherworldly stallion who simply appeared and had looked at her. ”You are so much more than your stars.” He had whispered (that sharp gaze flicking to the red flickering around her with amusement) and she had shivered, being certain she had heard those words before as well as that curl at the corner of his lip, and yet she didn’t flee or fight. Instead, she leaned into the dream… Into him. He was neither kind nor cruel, he simply was. And so was she. Past, present, future. It all seemed so simple in this dream space.
There had been no sweet nothings whispered in her curved ear, no tender caress of goodbye. In the dream, he had looked at her after with a coy expression sparkling in endless red and promised a surprise. ”I wonder if you’ll like it.” That smile… Something about that smile. And then he was gone.
She had woken up in the Meadow and had been confused on how she had gotten there. Since her return to the Isle, she hadn’t left. There was no reason to go anywhere else, nobody she wanted to see, no adventure running restless circles in her gut. Unaware that Gale had been blown to smithereens and that her revenge had been firmly stolen from her, she had simply been waiting. Time had begun to heal her body from what it had endured in the ice. The invisible wounds that lingered in her soul, around her beaten heart, in the space where she could still feel phantom lightning pressing against that ruby red anger that heats the stars around her… All the time in the world couldn’t seem to mend any of it.
In the foggy haze between sleep and reality, she thinks of the vivid images her mind had conjured and absentmindedly reaches out to touch a long neglected part of herself, the one she has to the stars and the little magic she could wield. What she hadn’t accessed in a very long time. There is still a sense of wrongness, an inky stain blotting out what she knows she should feel. With another shudder, she rises to her hooves and shakes away the remaining sleep that plagues her (as well as the rising feeling of foreboding as she recalls the dream stallion’s last words).
Her starlit wings stretch and fall into their usual protective stance, brushing against the slightly swollen sides of her belly as they settle, and she makes her way towards the nearest small creek. For so long she hadn’t held much of an appetite but today, for some reason, she is famished. Breakfast is the only thing on her mind until she catches a glint of gold. How many times has she done this, thinking she has seen someone familiar out of the corner of her silver spinning eye, and been wrong. There is no point in looking when she’s been incorrect every single time.
Old habits are hard to break and so she looks. Looks and lets the wind steal her breath as her step falters and her mind blanks outs. Despite the wings, she would know his face anywhere. All she can do is stare at him. How long had she thought of this moment and everything she would say or hold him accountable for. Except all those well planned speeches and words have disappeared, retreating further and further away as her mind tries to catch up with the rest of her. Her wings flare at her sides before wrapping around her body as if they might protect her from him, hiding the more recent scars that mar her chest and speak to exactly what had been happening in the long years apart.
A stallion the color of slate, stars in his red eyes, galaxies caressing his body with an intimacy that had made her both envious and amorous all at once. Loneliness, she blames these long years encased in ice and chosen solitude as the reason behind this dream, this otherworldly stallion who simply appeared and had looked at her. ”You are so much more than your stars.” He had whispered (that sharp gaze flicking to the red flickering around her with amusement) and she had shivered, being certain she had heard those words before as well as that curl at the corner of his lip, and yet she didn’t flee or fight. Instead, she leaned into the dream… Into him. He was neither kind nor cruel, he simply was. And so was she. Past, present, future. It all seemed so simple in this dream space.
There had been no sweet nothings whispered in her curved ear, no tender caress of goodbye. In the dream, he had looked at her after with a coy expression sparkling in endless red and promised a surprise. ”I wonder if you’ll like it.” That smile… Something about that smile. And then he was gone.
She had woken up in the Meadow and had been confused on how she had gotten there. Since her return to the Isle, she hadn’t left. There was no reason to go anywhere else, nobody she wanted to see, no adventure running restless circles in her gut. Unaware that Gale had been blown to smithereens and that her revenge had been firmly stolen from her, she had simply been waiting. Time had begun to heal her body from what it had endured in the ice. The invisible wounds that lingered in her soul, around her beaten heart, in the space where she could still feel phantom lightning pressing against that ruby red anger that heats the stars around her… All the time in the world couldn’t seem to mend any of it.
In the foggy haze between sleep and reality, she thinks of the vivid images her mind had conjured and absentmindedly reaches out to touch a long neglected part of herself, the one she has to the stars and the little magic she could wield. What she hadn’t accessed in a very long time. There is still a sense of wrongness, an inky stain blotting out what she knows she should feel. With another shudder, she rises to her hooves and shakes away the remaining sleep that plagues her (as well as the rising feeling of foreboding as she recalls the dream stallion’s last words).
Her starlit wings stretch and fall into their usual protective stance, brushing against the slightly swollen sides of her belly as they settle, and she makes her way towards the nearest small creek. For so long she hadn’t held much of an appetite but today, for some reason, she is famished. Breakfast is the only thing on her mind until she catches a glint of gold. How many times has she done this, thinking she has seen someone familiar out of the corner of her silver spinning eye, and been wrong. There is no point in looking when she’s been incorrect every single time.
Old habits are hard to break and so she looks. Looks and lets the wind steal her breath as her step falters and her mind blanks outs. Despite the wings, she would know his face anywhere. All she can do is stare at him. How long had she thought of this moment and everything she would say or hold him accountable for. Except all those well planned speeches and words have disappeared, retreating further and further away as her mind tries to catch up with the rest of her. Her wings flare at her sides before wrapping around her body as if they might protect her from him, hiding the more recent scars that mar her chest and speak to exactly what had been happening in the long years apart.
-- Ciri
@Amet