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~ Broaden My Leaves ~ - Elecampane - 05-10-2015
Words: 575 Notes: Open to anyone/everyone who wants to join! Getting this guy back into the game after a couple months hiatus <3 Sorry if my rp skills aren't exactly back up to par yet. RE: ~ Broaden My Leaves ~ - Mauja - 05-11-2015 och jag växte upp snabbt, från min barndom var det allt—jag föddes redan slagen då tänker du tyst och skriker högt, memorerar hela jävla monologen som skrevs för din inre röst,
[ -bounces onto excitedly- ] He wasn't alone. Maybe he would miss Mauja at the first sweep of the eyes—the statuesque stallion was motionless, though lighter in hue than the peaks towering behind him. And maybe, he wouldn't; maybe his gaze would be drawn to the snow-white contour of his body, and to the ice lance protruding from his forehead. Who knew? Mauja had come up a few hours ago. He knew the path, though not well—he knew the feeling of being here better, though. He was a creature of edges, of dead-drops, born and bred in the mountains of the north. His lungs swelled with the thin, crisp air, and life flowed through his veins when he saw these things... He had changed the dark, suffocating anxiety for mild worry—dark tar and pitch for sunlight and frost. He had come here looking for something, or someone, he didn't quite know, didn't quite want to know. The brooding darkness in his heart had been swept away, and he didn't want to let it back in, but it was still there, a dark shadow niggling at the back of his mind.. whispering things, just outside of his comprehension. It was the double ticking of his heart, that murmur coming in the wake of each pulse, cold and thick as it slogged through his veins. It didn't belong—a chill that wasn't part of him. It was a ghost of the past, a haunting feeling of walking in his own footsteps five years after he made them. He didn't like it. It clouded his future and whittled away at his hopes. Change was a curious thing; he was King again, but not the same as he had been. He didn't want to be the same, but his name was still Mauja. The view, the open sky and the clean, high air hadn't cleared his mind as he had hoped—hadn't swept his frosty soul clean of the clinging cobwebs and the slowly spreading poison. It had just offered him a few hours of solace and respite, of peaceful late-autumn grazing with the owls sitting contentedly on his back. He had passed time, and at times, he had forgotten that ghost holding his heart, but he always remembered it, and the anxious trembling in his pulse began again. So the stranger breaching the haze of the gathering clouds was a welcome distraction. Mauja's black-rimmed ears flicked in his direction, and then, slowly, his regal head turned, pale eyes seeking the stallion out. It was no one he knew—sturdy, but not overly thick, with double horns and some kind of adornment holding his thick mane in artful disarray. Interesting. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Mauja said after a moment, wondering if he would see the stallion start at his voice, or if he had already seen him, tucked away in his shroud of (now broken) silence and with two owls upon his scarred back. [ @[Elecampane] ] du lät exakt som ismael.
RE: ~ Broaden My Leaves ~ - Elecampane - 05-13-2015
@[Mauja] Words: 435 RE: ~ Broaden My Leaves ~ - Mauja - 05-13-2015 och jag växte upp snabbt, från min barndom var det allt—jag föddes redan slagen då tänker du tyst och skriker högt, memorerar hela jävla monologen som skrevs för din inre röst,
There was something there—a small reaction, like a jerk of just his eyes, amber and gold snapping his way at the sound of his voice. Just.. something so small it was almost insignificant, but for Mauja, it suddenly meant everything, and yet, nothing. It meant that he was still alive. It meant that he could be seen, and heard, if it wasn't just the rustle of the wind blowing the stranger's attention this way. But it meant no more than that. There was no random salvation to be found here, up on the celestial mountains, and aside from the odd bit of wisdom you always gleaned from those you met, probably little that would help ease his tired mind. It was wound too tight, clenched, holding on too hard to some concept it should just let go of, traces of demon-days and bitterness and other things clouding the dawn breaking over his life. And he knew that he was his own demon, and that of course no problems would be solved if he went into it with the mindset that there was nothing to learn here, but— He was so tired beneath it all, that it was hard to do anything differently. “Yeah, I suppose, if you don’t mind having your lungs ripped out on the way up,” the stranger said after ambling closer. Natural, Mauja supposed, as he had invited him by striking up a conversation—and why on earth had he done that, anyway? Further distraction? Probably. Though, he kind of wished he'd stopped to consider the consequences, because.. it felt like half the time when he interacted with someone, he was either staring vacantly into space and barely listening, or he was fighting to act sane. Like.. like he didn't know how to just be anymore. And.. he'd done it again, hadn't he? He thought it hadn't always been like this—that there had been a time when he could hold a conversation at a natural pace, with a clear and logical thread running through it, and still somehow think of everything at the same time. Simultaneously. Without going mad. Without losing focus. Without returning that curious, fascinated stare with a spaced-out thoughtful look and complete, utter silence. Maybe the stranger had begun to doubt his own sanity, staring at blocks of ice and imagining they had talked, that they had eyes and blood in their veins and a heart, maybe, hidden somewhere deep inside that frozen chest—maybe, because he glanced away, almost as if caught in the act of doing something he shouldn't. Mauja blinked. Had he? Had he been doing something wrong? Gods, how much time had passed anyway? How long had he been silent, getting lost within his own mind time and again? Had it been Mauja's fault the stallion looked away? Shit, hold yourself together. The stranger made another attempt—perhaps he was trying to figure out if he truly was mad or not. Mauja's mind ran too fast, and the only coherent thought he had in that moment was that he did not want to place more burdens on this dude, so if he was, indeed, questioning his own sanity.. Mauja could help him with that. "Mauja," he answered softly, his voice slipping out between dark lips as barely more than a breath. Then, a moment later, the words hesitant and oddly timid, "Was it worth it?" [ @[Elecampane] ] du lät exakt som ismael.
RE: ~ Broaden My Leaves ~ - Elecampane - 05-13-2015
@[Mauja] Words: 543 Notes: GAHHALSKDF YOUR WRITING IS SO AWESOME. I'm just havin too much fun k sry xD RE: ~ Broaden My Leaves ~ - Mauja - 05-14-2015 och jag växte upp snabbt, från min barndom var det allt—jag föddes redan slagen då tänker du tyst och skriker högt, memorerar hela jävla monologen som skrevs för din inre röst,
Mauja wasn't old in the sense that you might think of when you think old—his forehead and muzzle weren't speckled with gray, his flanks weren't sunken, and his eyes were still clear. But he was old within, tired and worn, and sometimes it surprised him that his heart still had the strength to keep beating. He had walked himself down the spiral and into his pit, and laid himself to rest in his grave while staring up at the starry sky and thinking there has to be more to life than this. And he knew, that he was right. There was more to life than laying moored and mired in your own misery, and staring at the world and wishing you were out there, breathing the air that wasn't tainted with earth and decay. It was just a matter of getting there, and while he had so eagerly helped himself into his tomb he found that he could not easily help himself out. That was what ate at him the most—that deep, visceral desire to experience life, but his inability to fully step into the living world. He always held back, staying in his safe grave, but the heart in his chest was too alive still and beat away at a frantic, panicked pace. It counted down the time, terrified to end there in the place where it had spent so long being locked up. The only blessing was that this stranger, this Ele, seemed to not be bothered by Mauja's intervals of silence. If anything, he seemed perfectly at ease with them, drifting away upon his own thoughts just as Mauja did. The result was, if he thought about it, mildly amusing: two complete strangers, from time to time staring vacantly in one another's direction. It made the corner of his mouth curl up in a slight smile. But then he said, “Isn’t every journey?”, those amber-and-sun eyes glancing around their heavenly plateau, and something in Mauja's gut clenched. Carefully, he blinked the darkness from his eyes. He wasn't sure he agreed—you learned something, all the time, both good and bad. But there were some destinations he could've done without. His gaze slid off the champagne draft, mind miring itself in thoughts—memories—again. "What about you? It doesn't take a genius to see that you're troubled, Mauja." Because he couldn't—not then, not now, not ever. Life was a wheel that would keep turning without him, anyway. What he had done then.. he looked back to Ele, to his curious eyes. "Sometimes the journey is worth more than the destination," he simply said, quietly. [ <33 no "sry"s accepted, GO WILD MY FRIEND! ^-^ @[Elecampane] "fabulous decision" haha ] du lät exakt som ismael.
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