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sleep patterns - Auriel - 06-23-2017 the cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her
From the Edge I headed towards the only place I knew that had continually and reliably served me as a sanctuary throughout my years: the heavenly fields. I gave up long before I could make it there, though. Hours spent searching for my mother yielded no results, so I had left the Edge at sunset in a flurry of smoke and chagrin, exhausted but impatient. I had to leave, there was nothing left for me in those mists. However, throughout the long and silent journey, apathy crept slowly into my bones, weighing me down till, combined with the lack of daylight, I could fly no longer. I descended rapidly into the first clearing I saw, landing heavily, stumbling forward and coming to an abrupt, graceless halt. Motionless I stood, blanketed by moonlight, breathing slowly, black clouds unfurling from my lips with my every meek exhale. My hair curtained my head, distorted my vision even further, but I didn't care enough to move it. Here you are again, alone, I thought sullenly to myself. I joined the Edge so I could be near my mother, but dammit, I couldn't find her anywhere. Finding Shida seemed even less likely, it had to have been a year since I had seen her last. She would never have abandoned me like I did her. Regret rose suddenly in my throat and stung my eyes. I really fucked up. I reunited with what family I had left only to watch them slip through the cracks in my life again. Did I hold them too tight? Not tight enough? I knew we were a fractured trio, but I thought we were getting better. Broken bones and bruised knuckles are suppose to heal, how the hell did we get infected? A shaky, nebulous sigh left my lips. Frustration and sadness and anger all ran rampant through my chest, I couldn't shake it, couldn't fight it. For one moment I just wanted to feel nothing, nothing at all. I would have traded it all: the happy, the sad, the beautiful, and the ugly for nothing. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head, but silencing my thoughts turned out to be impossible. Gods, loneliness is so strange. You would think I'd be used to it by now. eeeekk sorry for the mopey auri, she will get better...also i might've forgotten how to write her because it's been a million years ^^; @Volterra RE: sleep patterns - Volterra - 06-24-2017
@Auriel RE: sleep patterns - Auriel - 06-26-2017 the cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her
Footsteps. Soft Breaths. Shapeless depths, and we intersect. A fellow night wanderer made his way near. My pale brow furrowed, a weary huff escaped my lips. I considered, for a moment, walking away and hoping whoever approached would get the message. I didn't quite feel up to socializing with anyone. If lonely is what I am to be, then lonely I shall stay, rose my defiant, bitter thoughts. I pick up a heavy hoof, muscles tensing, ready to flee, but the scent of who approached struck me as familiar. I paused my escape plan, setting my hoof back down, contemplating to stay or to go. He smelled different, like Shida, like the desert, like the Throat. A fitting place for the indomitable warrior, I supposed. "Auriel?" My shoulders tensed at the sound of his voice, though I relaxed immediately after. It's muscle memory now—to tense at the sound of a voice, to flinch when I hear my name. I never expect good things to come from lips talking about me. His tone held no malice—I didn't expect it to. "Volterra," I breathe the name surprisingly easy. I find it within myself to lift my head, to toss my moonlit mane, and pretend it has no tangles. I tried to pull myself together for him. Naturally, I put on a weak show. A soft smirk crosses my features, pale amber eyes grazing Volterra's body, his dragons' gazes a jealous pang in my chest ( There are many questions that arose in my head, such as 'What have you been up to? Are you well? The Throat—is it Godless now, too? Have you seen Shida? Fuck, maybe I shouldn't talk about her, he doesn't care about my problems. How is your family faring?' But they never found my lips. I never found the enthusiasm. Instead, I decided to give no fucks, which allowed for a surprising burst of life to fill my blood. "Long time no see." "No kiddin'," I momentarily grinned back with a tempting, smoky exhale. My eyes leave his frame again, though, ( @Volterra ! RE: sleep patterns - Volterra - 06-29-2017
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