As she turned her green eyed gaze to him, he caught the briefest glimpse of hope upon her face but it fades quickly. So quickly, in fact, that he almost questions whether or not he even saw it. In its' absence, though, is a rawness of emotion - a glimpse into her inner turmoil. A glimpse that he almost felt wrong for witnessing, for being privy to. They'd been in the same herd but even with that in mind, they'd been little more than acquaintances. Eva had been friends with Alysanne and for much of his time in the Edge, Alysanne was all he ever saw because she was the only face he wanted to see. But that eventually crumbled; once again, he failed. Once more, he broke everything he touched.
She looks away from him before he could offer her a warm but melancholic smile. Instead of pushing him away, the simple gesture only pulled him closer. It made him want to embrace her, to ease the aches plaguing her but all he could manage is to pull alongside her. He is quiet as he stands there. He couldn't turn away from her but he didn't want to overstep his bounds by pulling her into his embrace. His tender, blue gaze trails over her face before shifting to watch the relative stillness of the water in front of their hooves. The healer accepts the silence as it settles over them, patiently waiting for her to answer his question or to simply walk away because of her connection with Alysanne.
Yet, she doesn't leave as he expected she would. "No." and her voice is but a whisper, soft and barely audible. Then "Thor's gone.". The last two words were enough to send a jolt of unbidden irritation through him. Unbidden because he knew just how hypocritical the sensation is. Hadn't he fled? Hadn't he been the one to walk away from Alysanne, their young daughter, and the Edge? But as the tear rolls down her cheek, he can't help but to reach velvety nose towards her to wipe the salty liquid from her face. It is a tender but friendly gesture but it doesn't last long. The healer listens carefully as the mare speaks, catching every word with an attentiveness he usually possesses. Soon, though, silence settles over them again but instead of immediately speaking - he searches for the right words. What could he say? I'm sorry? The phrase seems so cliché and overused.
"I can't begin to understand why Thor left," he finally begins, breathing deeply as his eyes search her face. "but he is a fool to leave you." and there is no doubt in his mind of the validity of his own declaration. Thor is a fool to leave the mare he supposedly loved; just as Miykael was a fool to leave Alysanne in the Edge the moment things got tough. Miykael isn't the one to talk to about relationships, not in the least. "Children tend to wander, with little regard as to how they might be affecting their parents. The first foals I sired were twins as well, and the moment they were weaned they were off searching for their next big adventure. Even little Naerys spends a lot of her time wandering all over Helovia and it hurts Alysanne, perhaps more than she lets on." his deep voice is kind and warm, gentle despite the natural bass tones. Blue eyes carefully watch the orange mare's face, offering her a smile should she turn to gaze upon him once more. "Maybe they're out looking for him?" he asks before falling silent once more. He longs to fix everything, to bring them all back to her so that her heart wouldn't ache anymore.
But there's only so much that he can do.
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before? |
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