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03-12-2016, 09:23 PM
Weeds are flowers too,
once you get to know them.
once you get to know them.
Her heartbreak was slowly growing in size as the time passed between the colt’s words. She could’ve laughed at his comment if it weren’t for the shattering feeling she carefully held within her breast. “A little extra shine isn’t so bad.” She gave him a nod from her distance before busying herself again. Searching for something yet nothing all the same. She felt as though she was chasing the past, and perhaps after all of this effort that the past would need to be let go. It wasn’t worth all the heartbreak searching for the possibility just to lose them again in the end.
Or worse.
What if he wanted them back?
She withdrew into herself, a once proud golden Thief returning to her slaven ways. Curled up within herself, hoping that perhaps something would be able to put out the misery of losing everything she had to offer. Before when she lost her golden chains on her route to Helovia, she wasn’t upset over it. They were chains given to her by the Prince, a thing once to be proud of. But his orange eyes still burned within her, hidden away beyond chambers and locks. Gone for stories for another day, or perhaps to never be remembered. Either one would be okay with her.
And yet, the colt struck her attention and took her thoughts away from the Bloody Prince again, the memories flashing back in the most uncomfortable and untimeliest ways. “Well, what about these then?” Her head lifted from her solemn stance, her hooves numbly dragging her across the ground over to the crimson dipped colt. Her eyes lit up and all the memories of the Blood Prince and a disappointed Elephant King began to wash away with the relief that spread through her body.
“Murtagh! These ARE them!” She exclaimed, dancing on her front hooves briefly, landing to reach her head down to press her exotic lined face against the neck of the colt in an overwhelmingly thankful manner. She hoped he would accept and perhaps help her reattach them as well as the other golden chains that tangled his body.
"Talk?"
Or worse.
What if he wanted them back?
She withdrew into herself, a once proud golden Thief returning to her slaven ways. Curled up within herself, hoping that perhaps something would be able to put out the misery of losing everything she had to offer. Before when she lost her golden chains on her route to Helovia, she wasn’t upset over it. They were chains given to her by the Prince, a thing once to be proud of. But his orange eyes still burned within her, hidden away beyond chambers and locks. Gone for stories for another day, or perhaps to never be remembered. Either one would be okay with her.
And yet, the colt struck her attention and took her thoughts away from the Bloody Prince again, the memories flashing back in the most uncomfortable and untimeliest ways. “Well, what about these then?” Her head lifted from her solemn stance, her hooves numbly dragging her across the ground over to the crimson dipped colt. Her eyes lit up and all the memories of the Blood Prince and a disappointed Elephant King began to wash away with the relief that spread through her body.
“Murtagh! These ARE them!” She exclaimed, dancing on her front hooves briefly, landing to reach her head down to press her exotic lined face against the neck of the colt in an overwhelmingly thankful manner. She hoped he would accept and perhaps help her reattach them as well as the other golden chains that tangled his body.
"Talk?"
@Murtagh YAY
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