She moves even closer, mere inches away, and the ghoul feels paralyzed, thinks that this must be what looking at Medusa feels like. He is stone, trapped by her presence, and the strangest bit is that he doesn't mind, enjoys the attention and affection being showered upon him. He has spent far to much time alone, skulking in the shadows to avoid the notice of would-be heroes, and Abishia brings light into his dark world. She is so open, like a dissected corpse, except without being dead and ruined, pouring out happiness instead of viscera and blood. Tangere had been kind and open to him as well, but she has vanished, perhaps blown away like the rainclouds she had reminded him of. Abishia is here, standing right in front of him with gleaming eyes and trilling laughter, and he decides to relax, to simply bask in her glow.
He has never had a friend before.
And friends seem to touch a lot, or at least Bishi does, gently tapping her muzzle against his before bringing it to rest against his brow, just beneath his horn. He tries to look at her, to see the cheerful expression on her face, but it is hard to focus on something so close, making his eyes ache, and so he closes them, trusting that the painted girl will not take advantage of his self-imposed blindness.
"Tell me more about yourself," she requests, and he isn't sure how to answer, panics silently, for he is not good with words, not really. He can tell stories, but those are easy, all he has to do is repeat what someone else has said, and his audiences have always been dead, silent and unjudging. But he doesn't know how to tell his story, has never heard it before, and the mare asking is alive, will probably pick and pry at his tale, wanting more than he is willing to tell.
But gods, he wants to tell her everything. Wants to pour out his soul to this lovely, warm, filly, wants her to know him and understand, but he is afraid that he will end up scaring her away. After all, he is the son of a necromancer and a corpse, the witch-born, the ghoul, and she doesn't belong to such grim tales. She should surround herself with shining knights and charming princes, attend balls and live in a palace. Monsters have no place in her world, and if he tells her about himself then she will know that he doesn't belong.
So he keeps silent.
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