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promise me i'm breathing - Sikeax - 06-10-2015 You're all that still matters Time had stopped. The cold came in and held it firmly, gripping icy fingers around the hands of an enternal clock until it could no longer tick in their lives. Sikeax had waited patiently for this, but when it came, there was some sort of melancholy about the whole thing. Last year, there had been snowflakes in the heart of the desert's fire, twinkling down as if they dared to defy all that ever went on in the fire. Oh, but now, there was a hatred to Frostfall. The winds gave her no compassion. Sand dug into her eyelashes and stabbed her eyes to the point that tears streamed out of them like waterfalls. Late at night, it screamed in their ears, wailing like some vengeful horror had descended upon the south as a whole. She wouldn't define her own fear as real, but it laid somewhere in her chest. This wasn't something she could take forever. A desert could be a beast of many harsh faces depending on what you caught it doing, but she'd learned to accept and love each of those beasts. But no, don't make her take this. She leaves without even thinking. The drive to escape is too real. Hobgoblin doesn't even complain when she wakes him through the distant screaming wind, pressing a runny nose against his hide and whispering in his ears for him to wake up and forget this place as a whole. The flight over is in silence. Ice clots the vein that separates the Throat from the rest of the world, shivering as her flaming wings only burn, burn, and burn without even taking the time to carefully kiss her frozen skin, to remind her that she isn't dead like the rest of the world. If they chose to fail her then and release her into the ice, then what complaint could she make? Not a single one. Something needs to remind her that she is alive. When she pushes through the dead grass surrounding the caves, no noise pours from her. What might of, such as her tired breathing, the sound of dried grass crunching beneath her hooves, is all drowned out by that one endless wail. Her brother succumbs to her feelings in the end, crumbling to floor of the cave when she finally steps in, greeted by silence. He turns to her with dull, tired eyes, blinking softly with an expression that almost asks what they're here for, why she had to bring them into hiding. She can give him nothing but her guilt. Her mind is empty and she digs for that reason, but there is nothing there. Words that might of been apologies can't even be found to be morphed into what she feels needs to be said. Steam rises from her nostrils when she finds it, sighing as the low hum of cascading water hits her ears and mist unfolds about her legs. Wonder and awe hits her. He swings by in rabid curiosity, releasing surprised chirps as his bonded breaks beneath her own weight, groaning as moss grazes her sides. Her own excitement can't make the party. While there is nothing there for him to eat in his current form, his joy is endless, bursting at the seams as the twinkling flowers fill his heart with wonders she can't figure out how to experience. She'd have to try better next time. OOC: Attempting to regain my muse and get a feel of Sikeax for the season. Open to anyone. Hobgoblin is his Wyvern form. notes notes notes notes robb stark RE: promise me i'm breathing - Tiamat - 06-18-2015
RE: promise me i'm breathing - Sikeax - 07-19-2015 You're all that still matters She crumbles at the smallest weight, breaking down into smaller pieces as she spreads her tired and broken body across the cold, moist floor, loathing the dull sensation of all of Hobgoblin's joy, awe, and excitement. He is only a child, she reminds herself, closing her eyes and letting him take over for once. Any other time, she would of surely fought for the right to share their throne(for it was more than large enough for the two of them but too small for anyone else), but today? There isn't enough strength and willpower in her chest to even think of the might she'd have to acquire to make that battle. His emotions have the strength to uphold her dying heart, almost enough that he can let her suffering go without thought nor care. Innocence is so pure. If she had been in a different mood, any mood, state of being, mind set, then she would of paid attention to her surroundings. Lying upon her side was dangerous for even this area, but her eyes were dull and her eyelids heavy, heart shattered and will crushed, slowly dragging herself into the depths of the earth. All of this came together so that she couldn't bring herself to check for a sound or body. Her wounded trust was set into Hobgoblin enough that she felt that she could believe in him to be her shield and her sword, to protect her from the horrors of the world dare they just find the pity to pull her out of it. Deaf ears reach for softly spoken words. Pale blue eyes don't look for a body, but red eyes watch with attention, claws gripping, tearing into a vine of glowing flowers, shedding petals of light down, laying them across the champagne mare's body as they rage with intense fury at the sight they see. Sikeax does not like to be touched. He has seen fear kiss her lips and only to turn into hate and sorrow when she had been touched by someone else other than himself and a few beings he can't see the importance of to her, but if they have been chosen to worship at his temple of a bonded, then he cannot complain nor change their purpose in Sikeax's life as a guiding light. But again, Sikeax does not like to be touched, and by God, Hobgoblin does not like to see her be touched. A sigh, long and mourning, almost heartbroken with grief, pulls itself from the grave of the healer's lips. The soft blue glow of a horn outlines the emotions etched into her face, chiseled into her features as if they were always meant to be there. "We are never alone." It whispers out like something a ghost might say when it begs to be noticed in a dark, forgotten home, trespassed upon by unwelcome visitors. How many times must she say this? We are never alone. The words replay in her head over and over again as if her train of thought is a broken record that only knows four, sorrow-filled notes, doomed to repeat them over an eternity of lightless hours. "I am not alone because I have my broken heart and the living, breathing part of my soul that took all the good I never had, and found the strength and will to become another. He is always with me and I will always be with him." Silence draws over her for what she feels is an infinite amount of time, but only ticks away as a few seconds in reality. "He is all of my will power and strength to live, to push on, to face the world. I am nothing without him." She can't help but think about how the male in the cave, how he made such hate towards her and her brother, how much hatred was given to the other half of her and not the other half of him. Sikeax had made the choice to allow him to move unchecked, carelessly and violently, to almost be wounded before her very eyes when all Hobgoblin could think of was how to protect Sikeax against a very real threat, one that didn't care if they broke her broken parts even more. He is all that I could ever love. Those aren't thoughts she should think when she has been told that he is a beast and a monster, prone to all the bad of her heart, soul, and mind, but they are one together and those are thoughts she can't ever stop herself from thinking. "Then again, you're here with me, are you not?" Or maybe you're just a ghost, and I'm dead, and you're here to take my hand and lead me to the other side. The thought is cold but possibly even warm, promising in a bittersweet way that tells her she's fulfilled whatever purpose in her life, and that its finally time to go. @[Tiamat] notes notes notes notes robb stark RE: promise me i'm breathing - Blu - 08-26-2015 Unarchived per request RE: promise me i'm breathing - Tiamat - 08-27-2015
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