How many times had she turned away from someone when she was admitting something, just to hide the emotion filling her eyes. It was a tactic she knew well, but she did not insist, because she knew just how hard it was to feel vulnerable. She felt vulnerable now even listening to Sheba, but that was more because of the way her heart was swelling with endearment for the harpy and how hope glimmered in her dark depths. She had been waiting with bated breath, hoping that she would hear the truth, that the woman really didn't have anyone to go to in her time of need. The excitement was rushing, the hopes and possibilities of what it could mean for the two, for what it could mean for her beloved and their child. Their little family could grow, just like she always wanted. They would come together and form their own little herd, filled with love and understanding, no rules or restrictions to make someone feel discouraged. There wouldn't be roles, and one could go wherever they pleased as it should be. The most important thing was that someone should always feel like they have a place to come home to. December wanted Sheba to find her home with her. Always.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder Sheba," she breathed at last, a slight choke to her tone as the emotion was all at once overwhelming her, but she stuck true to herself by remaining mostly stoic in her expressions. It began to waver when she continued though, her eyes filling with affection,"You're beautiful in your own way. One can look past the scars, the tattered mane and patches of skin and see that you are still alive. You are still fighting to survive, to beat the odds and tell the world it can go fuck itself because you will not back down. If that isn't something one can admire and find beautiful, then I wouldn't want to know anything else." Her voice caught in her throat before she could say anything more, making her realize the true gravity of the situation. She was beginning to deeply care. It was growing and spreading like a wildfire, and she couldn't stop it no matter how much she wanted to. Sheba was a bitch and a posh crone, determined to push others away with her brash nature. She was a fire that dared to lick her flames at anything that try and simmer her down. She was an ember that would never die out, and December felt nothing but admiration for it.
She felt comfort in her gruff tones, could relax when she gave her nothing but the solid truth and no sugar coating in between. She could let a hint of amusement fill her expression when she saw just how something irked her, but somehow managed to keep herself together enough not to comment, even if she wanted to. In the small time she had spent alone with this white, decrepit unicorn, she had learned many things, and she had come to feel as if she had known her for years. Like two kindred spirits they called to one another, closing in and accepting each others light, because they found comfort in the familiarity. There was a reason why Sheba had said she could stay after all. She had saw something in her that others didn't, and that made December want to try so much harder to earn her approval, her acceptance and devotion. Even if it was reluctant. Yet on the same token she was terrified, because caring meant the risk of pain, the vulnerability she had faced when speaking to Miykael that day on the steppe where he had confessed to her his sins, and to him hers.
It had been an uphill battle that she almost didn't win, but when he looked at her with such adoration in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel it was right; and it had been ever since. This was her moment, to let Sheba know that she would not be judged, would not be hated or ridiculed for being who she was. She was a broken gem needing to be mended together and made whole once again. But was December willing to step forward and volunteer herself, her heart and fragile soul to this woman, all for the sake of granting her salvation. Bile began to rise in her throat as she took in a breath and stepped away at last, looking outside in search of some sort of distraction. She wanted to say yes, to forget about her worries and bombard the damsel and embrace her and never let go. There was that nagging part of December, the part of her that still hadn't fully healed that told her this wasn't right, she was going to hurt herself and mayday, mayday, mayday-
"Of course, that is all up for speculation," she concluded, receding back into her shell as quickly as she came out. She couldn't do it, no matter how hard she tried she simply couldn't do it, because she wasn't strong enough to overcome her fears. This realization was more painful than any rejection she had felt from anyone. As the winds began to die down outside, December couldn't help but notice a glimmer of light between the dark clouds that once plagued their morning. As time went on between the two; the storm slowly began to cease, and even Carl began to awake from his slumber at the sudden thought of freedom from this cramped spacing. As soon as the storm was over and nothing could give the hag a reason to remain, she would leave her all alone. To do whatever it was to soothe the pain of not having anything. December remembered when she had been like that. It had been the worst feeling to ever feel in her life.
Suddenly there was that absolute resolution again, the desire to drive herself into her life because she knew she wouldn't regret it. Her pounding heart was the only sign of her sudden apprehension, and before the unicorn could notice just what exactly was happening she turned to her, determination flooding through her yet stopping just before her stoic expression,"We should probably have my mate look at your sores. He's a healer, he'll know what will make them well, heal. Should you like to accompany me, we can go once the storm has cleared." It was a casual suggestion, one only in her best interests after all, but to December it was so much more than just a simple stroll in search of her winged lover. Before she could notice it, her eyes were conveying her desire, her hope that if she waited long enough, then maybe she would say yes. She prayed to the Gods that Sheba would say yes.
Talking.
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