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02-20-2014, 02:20 AM
Lakota
The Poisoner His voice is smooth as it washes over her, and Lakota is inwardly touched by his dedication to her. What had she ever done to garner such loyalty, anyways? A day of harmless flirting and affection? Seasons of sparring together, patrolling and fighting together, never fully acknowledging one another but trusting that the other equine would defend you in times of trouble? Despite all of this, Lakota found it hard to put belief in his words. She was, and always had been, of a very independent mind. She did not need a shoulder, or a kind word, or a defensive statement when she was questioned. Or rather, she felt she didn't deserve it. The Poisoner was strong, was she not? So why was she offered loyalty and trust so readily by those around her? Those who had abandoned her by omission and lack of desire to converse with her. It still ached, inside, to remember how she used to be sought out only for her particular talents. Nobody ever wanted her around for much longer after the job was done. Lakota had learned to stop objecting. "Thank you, Locket. That...means a lot. I hope you know I am here similarly?" is what she really says, her thoughts shut away in her mind where they belong, face smooth, not betraying that they had ever existed. He need not worry over her own problems. She worried over them enough for ten individuals. She turns to look at him, and lets him speak, but says nothing. Instead she just gazes at him, not exactly calmly, perhaps tiredly. After all she has not slept much, waking with screams caught in her throat minutes after succumbing to Morpheus. Never let them hear you, she had learned early on as a child. Now, she could never actually awaken screaming. It was as if her emotions were clamped down, an iron band around her throat that kept her from confessing anything to anyone, whether it be love or friendship, fear or uncertainty. She was a broken doll, her feelings a jumbled mess of incomplete pieces on the inside. "Love is a complicated, messy thing. But I suppose it's not always bad, in the romantic sense." It's hesitant when she lets it fall from her lips, quiet and uncertain, hoping Locket understands what she's trying and failing to say beneath such simple words. Of course, he breaks her ability to look at him with such bold compliments, and Aodaun is close and willingly beside her to hide away from her embarrassment. Ktulu had complimented her, but in ways that one would only understand if they knew how she worked. The lilt of her oddly girly giggle, her tiny stature, or the color of her eyes. But Ktulu was subtle, wooing her with grace and tact, messages hidden in the lacing of her words like a precious silver lining. Locket was her counterpart; bold and sudden, blunt and honest. Lakota wasn't sure how to react to such drastically different methods of affection. Alleo and Hana were like her, following the same subtle methods she used on them. Having grown up in a place where compliments meant weakness born from affection, the blood trio had never been forthright with their praise. Hooves touch earth, soft and muted, but it is certainly not her who moves. She blocks herself from the world, from him, fighting to untangle the mess of emotions inside. Oh, why couldn't Ktulu be here with her? Surely her Constrictor would know what to do. Though, with how jealous her cherry mistress could be, Lakota doubted her presence would bring about anything but some sort of interesting collision with the male that lay against her free side. Aodaun, a silent presence in her mind so far, twinged emotionally through their bond. He was far more perceptive than she when it came to love. It was he, after all, who had worked with Eytan to push Ktulu and Lakota together. He'd been the navigator of her affections for seasons now. Careful, he grunted softly in her mind, a wary tone to his singular word that made her frown against his fur. Why was he so hesitant around Locket? Replace Ktulu, he huffed softly in response. Lakota's ears swiveled, shocked, upon her cranium. What? Was he implying Lakota would be the one to replace Ktulu with Locket in her time of loneliness and need? Aodaun mentally rolled his eyes at her, fond but exasperated, and tried to clarify with the jumbled words at his disposal. Locket try. Locket feel as Ktulu. Ktulu no like. Lakota's eyes stung mere moments later. Because who could determine how Ktulu could feel, when she was possibly dead? Locket pulled her out of her thoughts before she could respond to her snow prince. She smiles uncertainly as his muzzle dances across her neck, warm and reassuring. Remaining still as he leans in, she feels Aodaun silently move closer to her breast, as if daring Locket to try and cross a line he had decided upon. Not that his action would be noticeable, with how he seemed to only cuddle up closer against her, but Aodaun was no fool, and a rather sly bear at that. But Lakota only paid him half a mind as she focused on responding to Locket. Words weren't her forte. She could only spin them into a web to inspire passion, to motivate others towards a goal, a cause. That was all she could ever do. How was she supposed to respond now? "Then you need your eyes checked," she retorted softly, trying to be playful in order to ignore her own shyness. |
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