Quest Drop | Burn it down

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[DROP] Quest Drop | Burn it down

God of the Sun Posts: 198

Helovian Ancient

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: Ageless

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#67

08-10-2014, 12:24 PM

The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down

He listened stoically, his expression tense. The God's face was a handsome golden mask; perfectly chiseled and impeccably beautiful. Golden eyes burned with a soft expression - the only true display of emotion of his otherwise poised and distant facade. He loved Ophelia. Had he not, he would have been true to his word - forced her to deal with a humble simulacrum of himself for the rest of her days. Then again, if he did not love her, he would not have been so internally torn and extinguished by her actions.

It was his love that had made him hate her.

For decades - centuries - the God had stood fast. He had watched as the lands had evolved from his - and his kin's - own making. Mountains crumbled, oceans rose and evaporated away, but always the sun remained constant. He had always been there, burning and bearing the weight of each passing decade upon his shoulders, sovereign in his solidarity. Even when his siblings had banished him, his mind was afforded no rest. They say there's no rest for the wicked, but there's no rest for the immortal either.

Surely Ophelia had a minute understanding of what the mind of a God must be like - for her own unique memory posed its own array of difficulties for a mortal mind. In that, could she not see the gift he had given her? To release her from those weighty mental bonds? To give her rest? A rest that he could never - nor could anyone - afford himself?

I cannot live without remembering you.

Ah, but there it was. Perhaps Ophelia knew just how to speak to the depths of his heart, knew his vanity, or perhaps she was sincere. Either way, her final phrase spoke volumes about the bond between the two. A bond that, given the briefness of her lifetime in relation to his, he would not sever. Perhaps had she come to him earlier and he had allowed her to stay, with his anger burned too brightly to hear her words truly, he would have let that bond burn. But for now, it was enough.

The God exhaled gently and warmly, turning and lowering his head nearer to her own. The sunlight danced upon the petals of the flowers that were still woven into his mane, even after all this time. And now he was quite sure, that they would remain there until the end of days.

"Alright." He answered finally, his voice soft and gentle. His golden muzzle extended to her pale cheek, gently brushing against it, as if to erase the distance that had come between them. Pulling back, the God sighed as his wings gently shuffled against his flanks.

"There is something else in you, Ophelia." He began, gently reading off the contents of her mind easily, as one might a story book written in large font. It was as if she wished to be a ghost - to be able to remove herself from the minds of others, but also to speak into them directly. Why? Why would she desire such a thing? And so he asked: "Is moving your lips really so irksome Ophelia?" He asked, half in jest. "Why is it you seek such a gift?"