Baby, it's cold outside.

the Rift

[OPEN] Baby, it's cold outside.

Essetia Posts: 218

Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 8 | dam: 6.0

Mare :: Equine :: 16.3HH :: 7 HP: 64.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Romul :: Arctic Wolf :: Confusion Linds

#13

01-26-2015, 11:01 PM

The cold sweeps in like a physical touch that moves over her hips and along her back. Its careful fingers send a chill through both skin and bones until Essetia is left feeling empty and alone. There is a darkness that seems to replace the sunlight that Dröm carried upon her shoulders like the weight of the world. No light remained in her wake and the absence of it made Essetia cold, though she couldn’t name why.The mare has not felt such shadow in some time and she begins to grow nervous and unsettled by its embrace.

Perhaps they are all troubled creatures looking for ways to fit in, when in truth there is simply no place for their souls to call home. She and Caneo are two entirely different beings and yet forced to reach for one another in order to paint pictures of their mutual wayward wanderings. But it’s a never ending fight for the finish line that only brings disappointment and self-loathing. One can’t paint happiness with blood.

Perhaps it would be best she leave his memory behind. After all, weren’t they were both too broken to know the true meaning of friendship? Weren’t they were both too mutilated by death and curiosity to live carefree?

The pale boy admits that Essetia is not keeping him from anything important… but does he know that she’s witnessed lies upon lips too similar to his own? Did deceit appear differently upon two faces? She only nods in reply, hoping that he will miss the flash of uncertainty in her eyes. Instead she shifts her gaze toward the glass ceiling once more, determined to find fascination in the dullness that had only turned grey with time. No longer were the colors bright and alluring; instead they were a cacophony of sin and betrayal.

Who had mentioned the Rotunda to her? Was it Elsa? Was it Ghost? She couldn’t remember now, but she felt as though liars knew only how to lie and the glass ceiling was nothing more than a mere mirage- most likely imagined by those high on deception. “It’s a beautiful place… I’ve never seen anything like it to be honest. So many waterfalls and wild, exotic flowers…” Essetia breathed happily in reference to her new home. She didn’t humor Caneo for long though because her own thoughts had strayed toward more pressing matters, or perhaps less pressing matters that required no real thought at all.

It was easy to mull over the same memories, the same worries, and the same pain. It was like an endless reel of destructive comfort that pulsed lightly at the back of her mind like a mild ache. At times like these it was hard for Romul to pierce the veil that kept everyone at bay. But when he was finally able to break the bars that walled Essetia’s thoughts from him own, he whined. The mare glanced down at him for a time before returning her attention to the pale boy and his cerulean eyes. She found a likeness there that reminded her of herself and she instantly regretted the sudden barrier she’d built between them.

Everyone needed a hand to hold on to, no matter the context with which it was offered.

“Maybe you’d like to visit it sometime? My treat…” she proffered with a small smile. She hadn’t meant to isolate him, but of course they both came from different stories and different histories… This was just a part of life and its unending waves of questions and answers. “A sleuth can be like a thief, but I’d like to think we’re something more than that. I don’t steal items from others, I protect them,” she assured with certainty. Essetia had never been a stranger to responsibility and she did not shy from it like she did her family and friends. It was the one thing that gave her motivation and allowed her sense… It was her reason for being. Of course, she was the only one of her kind in the Falls so that meant that they depended on her alone to keep them safe from the maze of words their enemies liked to use to intimate them.

Perhaps that was why she was so inclined to provide them justice and devote her energy to their cause. They needed her unlike anyone else she’d come to know in her short life. But she assumed everyone had a reason for living and a reason to keep moving…

But what if they didn’t? What would they look like? It was something that she pondered while looking to Caneo for answer… But suddenly, she had another question, another notion that made her want to sympathize with the pale stallion with gorgeous blue eyes…

Did Caneo have a reason for being?

Credits!
@[Caneo]

OOC| SO sorry for the wait! And... also, you wanna talk about weird. I was listening to some strange music, hence queer-ball Ess.