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08-28-2014, 12:14 AM
Fate must feel guilt. It must look down on the places and times it has put creatures and regret its previous carelessness. That is really how blessings come to the undeserving. Voice breaks over the storm. A soft, caressing, dove coo. Had it been another day, with other weather a smile would have spread about in reminder of a successful stealth. Now though, in this place, it gains her only a small jump, but slow turning of the twin horned. Earth eyes were still looking hundred miles beyond her, but they were looking at her. The damsel queen.
Maybe it wasn’t guilt though, perhaps it was pity. The golden son must have been quite a sight. Light tassles, were longer but still had no chance against the wind and battering rain. They curled and rolled in a mess about that Spanish cresting neck. Golden coat was soaked, and hide shivered and flinched with the cold. Small leaves and late flowers completed the look of complete disheveledness. It should have been a clue to anyone who knew that all was not well. Yet what did this damsel know. What could she ever know of the troubles that pound his breast and tear him apart? Now she needed him. To solve a crossword puzzle? To tell her why the sun disappeared? The girl couldn’t even see a tree in front of her, it was a little purpose to try.
So he stands there. Harks in her direction. Eyes barely focused. It took a moment to remember her completely, to bring back more present times. With each seeming remembrance, invisible perhaps to her eyes, he focused. The gold knew there was a part to play, and it didn’t include walking out on her. So he lets her talk. Storm raging out beyond, but her soft words coming like whispers in his ears. Of course the girl can think of no one but herself so she speaks out without asking. Prepared for some sad tale of a bunny rabbit who won’t make friends with her, the golden son does not through much effort into his guise. It was a mistake.
Was she speaking of her past or his only backwards? His softened, but still blank stare holds as she speaks her peace. Inside though, is confusion. Love is chains. How could she know? What did she know of the weight of those chains?! How could she possible wrap her mind around it?! Oh but perhaps she is a lucky one who feels it not. The world could not understand. He could not understand. For all his golden talents even the gold could not read his heart. Oh woe the weight of those chains. They felt so light, so joyous, then any little unsettlement and it all comes crashing down.
What does a little damsel desire? A pet? A parrot? The golden obviously still wasn’t really listening. His mind and soul still too dark and swirling. It was a distraction he needed, but this storm was thick and deep. Freedom. Gold dusted eyes flash. Awakened. Head lifts slightly at its mention. Freedom…from what? Was not freedom but another version of chains? This damsel spoke of that which she knew not. Hark flicked back for a moment. Was the gold not free? Was he not the envy of every creature? His own agent. Could go where he pleased, when he pleased. Was this not freedom? Was him standing in the middle of a lightning storm, completely unaware, also freedom?
Mind was moving forward though. She was pulling him. He knew not how, but the heavy weight upon his back eased. Eyes began to really see her. Blue eyes looked heavily out at the storm. A scorpion danced around her poll, and beside her hooves was a basket. Delicately laid in the basket was an egg. Little time was given to ponder these though, besides that his attention could not be held long in this world. The damsel speaks again, and this time at last he can focus on her. Not that her small troubles were his concern. Only they weren’t small. Her crown has killed her. She desires it not? Head moves further towards her as if taking in her words. The damsel queen wants not to be queen? Her job is so easy though next to her knightly king. The Pegasus, Kaj, stood out well in the golden’s memories at the lunar eclipse on that damn floating island. It was an easy job, with bonuses of protection, and her king’s affections. Earth eyes had spied from his corner the way they had gazed into each other’s eyes. Why on earth could the damsel desire freedom from this? It should be every little filly’s dream to be a queen such as her.
The damsel had been to kind, so thoughtful. How then could she turn so cruel in one question? Golden head, having found height in purpose at the conversation, now lowers. Sides shuttle out a rattled sigh and eyes can no longer look at her. It wounded him. What did he know of love? His love led to nothing. That’s what the child had been, a nothing. Pangs flinched about him. Answer her. She demands an answer. A quick fix to her problems. She’ll never see there is none. Never a solution for- “Love….” It was barely a whisper. Earth eyes look up. It really was a pity she knew not his lies from his truth. Perhaps then she would see this was no lie. “Love is putting someone’s needs before yours. Trusting they will do the same.” It bit him. It stung. Is life one of those needs? He had put her needs before his though! He had put their child’s needs and look how it left him.
It cost him everything. Why then did he still speak this broken truth? Because, even broken, it was still a truth. Lies were so much easier to tell than truths though. Why could he not tell this damsel queen who thought him a whole other unicorn, a lie to clean this whole mess up? He was the master of disguise, the king of manipulation. It would be barely a word from his tongue to clear the confusion. But her heart was not the only one broken. Those kinds of words cannot heal hearts. Trying hard to keep up is charade the golden tries to look comforting with a concerned gaze, and hopeful smile. “If it is love, the price will matter not for in his love you will find all you really need. If you need freedom, his love shall send you soaring above the heavens.” And if you do not hold it tight you find you’ve lost everything you need. Your life will go on, but never as full. Never a complete piece. You’ll have a permanent weakness, a near deadly one. No lies, no mask can hide it from yourself even if the rest of the world can’t see. You will know. You will be the lost. The homeless. The hungry. The golden son.
OOC :: He'll get better....just needs to get more involved in it all. =]
@[Kahlua]
"speech"
Got a polaroid picture in my wallet
I'm not going to tear it no I'm not gonna spoil it
It's an unspoken heartbreak
A heartbroken handshake I'll take with me where I go
I'm not going to tear it no I'm not gonna spoil it
It's an unspoken heartbreak
A heartbroken handshake I'll take with me where I go
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