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11-19-2015, 02:59 PM
i am the vanguard of your destruction
Brisa smiled at him—said it was good to see him—and he felt like a devil for not being able to smile back at her. Fuck, she deserved so much more (everyone did), but he couldn't do anything but stare at her with a detached and cold kind of pain in his eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if trying to remember how to smile, but nothing came of it, and he gave up. He supposed it was alright—it had to be, because he couldn't do anything about it with lips as stiff as something frozen and dead. So better to simply look properly morose and battered instead of a grinning, heartless psycho about to stab you in the eye.
”Pleasure to meet you,” Hesperos was offering, and one of Mauja's ears flicked back hesitantly. Pleasure? He was proper and formal and all but he didn't exactly sound pleased, and the young mare was sidling up to Brisa. "Of course," he said quietly to her as she declared her allegiance to the Falls (—and made him feel like some kind of contagious monster). He had been through this before—and it hurt every damn time. Hells, he even glanced at the shadows, looking for Johnny, because the only thing he needed now to repeat his past was that candy-cane pony to accidentally lick in the middle of it all.
But of course, the sugary stallion was nowhere to be found—it was just Mauja and his demons made all too real.
Hesperos went on, and there was just something—something that was.. unusual. Odd. Different. Mauja had met everyone and no one here, kings and queens and travelers of dimensions, wanderers and vagabonds and murderers—and in all his time, no one had ever quite asked things this way. He blinked a few times. But what was 'this way' even? Gods, he was in no fit state to think, couldn't put his hoof on it, and so he let it spin away into oblivion. "Four, actually," he responded softly. "There has been wars, and no doubt will be again. Someone will always think they are better, their cause more just, their need greater, and whether out of desperation or arrogant greed they will act." He felt dazed, as if his voice was coming from afar, and it took much of his will to drag his gaze to Hesperos and focus it on the pale man. "Does this bother you?"
[ @Kynareth @Brisa @Hesperos ^^ ]
”Pleasure to meet you,” Hesperos was offering, and one of Mauja's ears flicked back hesitantly. Pleasure? He was proper and formal and all but he didn't exactly sound pleased, and the young mare was sidling up to Brisa. "Of course," he said quietly to her as she declared her allegiance to the Falls (—and made him feel like some kind of contagious monster). He had been through this before—and it hurt every damn time. Hells, he even glanced at the shadows, looking for Johnny, because the only thing he needed now to repeat his past was that candy-cane pony to accidentally lick in the middle of it all.
But of course, the sugary stallion was nowhere to be found—it was just Mauja and his demons made all too real.
Hesperos went on, and there was just something—something that was.. unusual. Odd. Different. Mauja had met everyone and no one here, kings and queens and travelers of dimensions, wanderers and vagabonds and murderers—and in all his time, no one had ever quite asked things this way. He blinked a few times. But what was 'this way' even? Gods, he was in no fit state to think, couldn't put his hoof on it, and so he let it spin away into oblivion. "Four, actually," he responded softly. "There has been wars, and no doubt will be again. Someone will always think they are better, their cause more just, their need greater, and whether out of desperation or arrogant greed they will act." He felt dazed, as if his voice was coming from afar, and it took much of his will to drag his gaze to Hesperos and focus it on the pale man. "Does this bother you?"
[ @Kynareth @Brisa @Hesperos ^^ ]
