you're gone and
i gotta stay high
— all the time

eyes of milky cerulean dance upon a frightened youth, a fallen angel beside a broken king. there were sweeter songs than this one, sweeter melodies to hum along to. this was a dreary hymn, two twisted souls trapped beneath the rhythm of rain, the air thick and heavy around their weighted hearts. crystalline tears fall from the stormy clouds above, gale force wind making her grind against the solid stone beneath her fragile frame.

rolling back over, the giant sweeps himself from her view, bruised spine facing the fractured fem. loosening her hollow frame, she lets her mind wander, vision falling dark as she imagines herself in another place, a warmer place. a delicate fantasy riding upon the wings of a butterfly, crushed by the weight of reality. the suffocating loneliness, the intolerable suffering of a cold, dark world. a gentle, lone heart beat echoes throughout, a world empty and cold.

the ocean's fingers reach up from the rocky cliff face, leaving the rock below dripping. the moist, damp air pressing upon their withers leaves painted sighs unfurling from the reaches of the alabaster's velveteen muzzle. an aggravated call in the distance, irritation lacing a childish voice, playing out in the hollow chamber of her mind. she closes her eyes, pushing back against the wave of concerned whispers that barrel out from her guide.

the fragile frame would not keep her hooves upon rock if she stood now, the gale would sweep her up and shatter her into a million pieces. maybe it would be better that way, if she was but shards of a fractured shell. from her dark dream of tumbling freely through the sky, she falls back into her crumbling reality.

she casts her eyes off to the frost king, acknowledging his presence after a handful of relaxed heart beats, growing tense at his sight. she wonders there what beautifully cruel thoughts lie beneath that distorted face, what atrocious plans had been lain out, barbaric ideas crawling like worms over a wasteland of disregarded thoughts. her mind wandered to the thoughts of all men, inhumane plans tangled in webs of twisted emotion, gnarled roots of broken childhoods coaxing trees of callous thoughts to spread.

her fearless moments are washed away by the darkening thoughts, squirming at the idea that she could be laying with a murderer, a man who had slain many a childe, a terrible beast who was not tamed. she was vulnerable here, unable to stand without being swept away, heart but a few inches from the cold shoulder of the alabaster. her body rattles, eyes shut as invisible tears fall from the corners of her eyes, a pained expression painted across smooth, crystalline features.

@[Mauja]