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Whatever gateway had been bridged between both colt and mare was a temporary one, but a tangible thing nevertheless. The Sleuth had been newly appointed and had yet to recognize the unsettling feeling within her stomach while conversing with Ignatius, but as the day grew long and the night loomed frighteningly beyond the horizon, realization dawned. It was a slow and tender embrace, a gentle kiss that spread warmth and inner feeling all throughout her bones, but it came at a price. The dark prince had finally given in to her insanity and allowed her reprieve, yet now Essetia was forced to recognize his deceit. It’s not to say that she was neither surprised nor unaware of the colt’s preference for games, but her desire to believe in his best side weakened her.
Maybe it had been wrong of her to crumble the figurative walls around her heart and trust in anyone other than herself. Surely her Father had taught her that. However, maybe it was best that she be reminded of betrayal after growing so soft in the Falls. A family had made her long for forgiveness and strength, but she’d only found disgrace in their midst. She was just as foolhardy as the child she’d thought to have outgrown… This was just another day of reckoning for the Sleuth and her wolf, another day of crimson sin to add to the only remaining margin of ivory and innocence.
Ignatius was slow in responding to her apologies, perhaps a bit thrown-off by the constant dips and rises of personality. Inside, Essetia was battling for herself and it only appeared to shock and offend those who chose to keep her in their company. This was just another lesson in which to learn from… even if it felt more like humiliation at its bitter core.
Yet, the colt had asked what interested the young Sleuth, wondered about her strange idea of fun… However, it seemed that her inability to find equal ground only made answering him that much more futile. They would do nothing more together, at least not presently. Perhaps one day they would meet again at the threshold of conflict and learn to see one another for what they truly were: criminals. It was easy enough to imagine the man Ignatius would one day become and Essetia hoped to witness the young man in all his illusory glory. Yet, the Sleuth feared it would not be imagined… she feared much worse; she feared would become the truth.
“It’s getting late and I think I should return home…” the mare answered softly, a near whisper. She did not want to abandon whatever ties she’d created with the youth because they might one day come in handy, but until then she sought to preserve their civility, their friendship, if one could even call it such. However, upon moving stiff legs in order to shuffle past the boy, she paused at his side. The warmth had returned and the heat made her feel hazy as she looked down into those eyes of deep cerulean. It was then that she knew her suspicions to be confirmed. The missing piece would not be found that day, but the emptiness of his words would always remain.
“Good night Ignatius… I trust you’ll find me when your games have expired and your true name has been revealed.”
Whether he stood once more before her as friend or foe she was uncertain, yet… she only hoped that he would. | |
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