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Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

#21

02-13-2013, 11:30 AM

He seemed lost, and it was so unlike him that for a brief moment, the Empress felt as though she had been transported to another place, another time. Had she been happy there? Would she be happy again? Or had it all been a lie, a wish, a dream...? Her speech had broken the spell, and she regretted that now. Would it have been easier to bow to him, to invite him back to the throne? To pretend that everything was still as it was? No - it would have been a lie. Things were different now, she was different. And he was too. Broken, almost - no, that's not right. The Ice King did not break. Did he?

He turned to face her, the movement quick, harsh. And then his voice boiled around her, filling the cavern with his frustration. At first she might have mistaken it for anger, but something was missing - it was not at her that he yelled, his voice thick with emotion. No, he yelled instead to her with a mighty release that she had never seen from him. He whirled again from her, and she was left to stare at him from behind, a startled look in her eyes. Perhaps it was for the better that he hid his face from her, for it was a blessing that she did not have to wear a mask for that moment. His words had left her with more questions than before. "...the faces of those I know stare back at me with personalities I don't know..." But it was only a dream. Wasn't it?

A part of her desperately wanted to ask, wanted to give voice to the question, wanted to know if he, too, remembered what it had been like to stand together, hiding nothing, standing behind no facades, simply existing together, alone, somewhere other than here. But it had been here, hadn't it? Just a different version? Amber gaze looked to the floor, brows knit in confusion. Why couldn't things just be simple? And she remained silent for a moment, his lyrics still playing on repeat in her auds.

In her dream, she had been afraid to go to him, but something propelled her forward now. Soft steps could be heard, hesitant steps, but she halted beside him. She had not gone so far as to see his face; no, that was a privacy that she would leave him. Instead, she reached out to touch her maw to his shoulder. If he moved away, he would feel only the slightest breath of air; if he stayed, the velvet softness of her muzzle would brush delicately over the rougher hair of his shoulder. That is, if she didn't simply pass through his ghost. But then he would be the one that wasn't real, not her. She was real. This was real. Wasn't it?

"I am real, as far as I know," she told him softly, the slightest hint of humor in her vocals. "I do not expect you to have a plan." It was the closest to an apology that she would get. "But the word of your return will spread, and I..." she would not admit her fears to him, that her herd would return their allegiance to their once-king. "They might expect a plan from you. The herd." She took a step back, giving him space again, watching him with a cool gaze. Perhaps there was a hint of sadness there, but really... who's to say in that light?

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