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Bloody Stitches for your Broken Heart - Sikeax - 02-02-2015 You're all that still matters
Of all the poor souls within the world, there always seem to those that out hit the hardest. They remained kind, warm-hearted and unbelievably selfless, and still took every bullet that was ever fired from a gun.
Cera, poor boy, or should she address him as man, was one of those. She kept her eyes off him during the meeting and patiently waited until it would polite to be speak to him. Her heart anchored itself onto the bones of her rib cage, holding tight and daring not to creep into darkness. Bodies pull away and voices subdize, fading the thick air about their gathering. Patientance pays off in the end when it seems that he is free for her to speak to. The champagne has become cold and shut away that emotion never drips from her anymore apart from rare occasions. A smile once painted on is rubbed away with sorrow and worry. They drip until they pour, giving away to what she locks away. She really does care, but sometimes it works out better in the end not to. She tries to capture him before he leaves, nodding her head in greeting to Ilaria, whispering a faint "hello" to the Red Panda. Sikeax would of given her heart for there to a much more loving and affectionate greeting towards her friend's companion, but instead of that, the depression that glows from Cera's body feeds into the horned mare. There was nothing to give her other than what had been offered. "Cera?" Oh, what a wonderful name having to be said in pain and heartache every time she speaks it in his presence, begging mentally that all is well with him. The scenry changed at least. "Are you okay?" Of course he's not okay. Those eyes weren't broken but her heart liked to hold on to wishes, hopes and dreams in case things did work out. "What's wrong?" The least she could do was give support and love, affection with a caring hand reserved for those that were worth her trust and keeping around. @[Cera] notes notes notes notes robb stark RE: Bloody Stitches for your Broken Heart - Cera - 02-10-2015
RE: Bloody Stitches for your Broken Heart - Sikeax - 02-15-2015 You're all that still matters
Her cries and pleads to him are answered as she draws herself into them, wishing to reach her muzzle out to soothe his worries with touch. The end of nose had been burned without mercy, and the coming of Tallsun brought fear into her as of what was to come as of her skin.
Ilaria's greeting calms her nerves, well placed to her heart. When they grow into one another and stop their movements, a nicker flutters from her. "It's good to see you, Ilaria." Regardless of the fact that the mammal was considered a 'companion,' Sikeax held the girl as highly as she did Cera. Ilaria was as much family as the Pegasus was and nothing could come to change that. Her sheild finally finds a way to shatter when he breaks before her, ears resting limp, pressed backwards while emotion overtakes her body. In her need to comfort him, she finds a spot on his neck worth grooming, careful to avoid the scars while he speaks. It was the best that could of been done with her current circumstances. "Oh, Cera...." Sorrow fills her words as her mind searches for something that might be well for comfort. It was her job, her task within the Dragon's Throat that she must care for the health of every member, but this was not work. It was friendship and what came with being strong enough to put trust into someone who could easily wound you. He was clearly not that kind after having almost given his life for her, but there were always doubts. "He was not all you have left. You have so many more in your life that care for you, love that you and want to see you happy. You have Ilaria, you have your friends who would do anything for you. You have me, and I promise that I will not leave you like the rest have." That sounded selfish of you. Personal doubts struck her dying heart and put another puncture into the canvas, but this was not her time. It was his and his only, for if she let it go to herself, then surely it was a selfish, self-centered move. She releases what part she had been grooming and moves her cheek bone to press against him. "Many come and go in our lives. Hototo died in a noble cause, and should be honoured for his deed. You do still have his memories to remember him by. Her ramblings seemed pointless within her head, but her chest dragged her along the path in desperate hopes that a miracle might be discovered in which she can comfort his broken heart. "Have you tried speaking with your sister and brother? It could never hurt." It was the least that could of been offered. She is tired and burning in pain from even the slightest touch from the burns, and her sacrifices may only be short lived. notes notes notes notes robb stark RE: Bloody Stitches for your Broken Heart - Cera - 02-16-2015
RE: Bloody Stitches for your Broken Heart - Sikeax - 02-25-2015 You're all that still matters
She bares him, clinging to his very existance and soaking herself within his tears. Lips pass over his body while she grooms him. She can't wash his pain away through the motions of hygiene, but if it was enough to offer Cera something for his beating, broken and shattered heart, then it could do nothing to worsen the situation.
For the time being, her heart and soul, every molecule and atom of her signature in the universe flows out to him. A whisper with the song of his vocal cords fill her ears and she nickers with a soft, slow tone in the further attempt to calm him. He asks for more, yet ventures into a place that she has no advice for. Thoughts cloud and she struggles with her words before they make it to the outside world. "They love you, don't they? Regardless of how upset they may of been and how you think they feel about you, you are family and there is love there no matter your actions." Her mind flows to her family, the actual flesh and blood that had taken the time to raise her as the small child was desperate for love and affection. If any of them had loved her, then why had they gone? She fears she spins lies into his heart at this point and wishes upon every shooting star that has ever been that what she tells him is the truth for his world. "Cera, be yourself. Be who you have always been, and be there for them. They'll return the favour no matter what. Simply be yourself, and be there when they need you." Wings cling into her sides and she lets them sink into her burned, honey coat. Her neck and deep mane moves to drape itself over his withers, careful to miss the location of Ilaria. She showers him in her love while the tears flow like great rivers. "You have one of the kindest hearts I have ever known. Every syllable drifts from her lips in a whisper, forcing itself into their shared atmosphere in a try to pass his sobs and cries. notes notes notes notes robb stark |