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His small body was growing. The loneliness had grown into an overarching shadow that was casted over every part of his life. Even the one who knew, no longer knew. He was completely, and utterly alone in the biggest sense. This world was just the same as the rest of them. No one could communicate, so his presence was lost into the scenes of others. Who wants to be with a mute anyway? He can't do a single thing without struggling to show emotions. Even in the Dragons Throat, his so called "home" he was alone. Was he even wanted?

Slipping silently away, and confident know one would follow him, he meandered out into this wide, cruel world. He wanted out quickly. His feet picked up beneath him, eating up the ground. The sun was high in the sky, and there was nothing that could ruin this day. He could be himself. His eyes shut for a moment, just relishing the feel of the crisp spring air. It was such a different feeling out here. He didn't feel confined or forced to work, instead he could be with the critters that always substituted as his friends.

Much time had passed though, and his speed had fallen into a quiet walk. The sun was setting, and he knew there was no way to get back home before dark. So, where should he sleep? Noticing a little rocky path tucked away, he recognized this place. This was the place where he had been a burden to those who could fly. Instead of getting there the easy way, he had to take the path less traveled.

A large mist had settled upon the mountains, and his sight was limited to only a few paces in front of him. Distraught, and growing ever more tired, he was ready to turn back. Yet, right before him, the path opened up into the most lush and beautiful field he had ever seen. The foliage felt so soft and comforting underfoot, almost like a blanket. A content smile settled upon his face. How could such a place be so lonely? Looking around, not a single soul was to be found. Such is Cerin's luck. So he settles for closing his eyes, letting the cool dusk air comfort him in the only way he knew.



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The spotted girl rarely had a heavy heart in her minute lifespan, but today was a new day. With lidded eyes looking only forward, the maiden wasn't quick in her movements. The time passing here had been nice, she had met knew friends and found herself a lovely home, but yet, she still missed her old one. Those beautiful blue eyes that were forever imprinted in her memory shone at her, grey lips tugging into a smile at something silly she had done. Back then she had been so frustrated with mother for teasing her, mocking her when she was trying to be serious, but now it was petty in every way possible. She wouldn't let herself even smile at the fond memories flooding in her mind, for thinking of them only reminded her of what she didn't have. Her mother.

How silly she had been to think that she would find her happily ever after. Her biological mother had left her to die, something she had never really get to her long ago, but losing a second? One that she cherished with every fiber of her being? That, was too much to bear. Not even the beautiful sun sinking behind the horizon could bring her attention from the soft ground, no, very little would probably catch her gaze tonight. She was heading to the only place she could think of, the only place that always brought her peace; Heavenly Fields. She had gained wonderful experiences in this gorgeous land, meeting a stallion with the kindest of hearts, and even practicing how to fly. At the thought her butterfly wings lightly fluttered upon her back, letting a breeze kiss her soft downy mane and neck as a shiver coursed through her. She hated feeling this way, pitying herself when she knew others were in more need than she. She knew there was so much more to her life than the past, but being so young and having so little in store for her, she could only dwell on what she didn't have.

It was when night had finally fallen that she reached her destination, a chilly spring breeze causing her little legs to wobble. Hazel orbs meandered about the landscape under long lashes, as she sought out a resting spot. On top of her aching heart, fatigue had caused her to grow weary, and she yearned for something soft to lie upon. With grey little hooves working their way along a worn dirt trail, pummeled down by many hoofsteps, the little filly finally found a crown of heather sprinkling the fields. As soon as her legs brushed against the feathery softness, they buckled beneath her, her spotted form collapsing in defeat at having to endure so much more than just a long journey. Her front hooves splayed straight before her as her hind ones curved beneath a delicate barrel, and with a soft sight her skull found the cool Earth, where tears had finally shed.

If only she couldn't feel at this moment in time. Were she able to erase all the sorrows in the world, not only hers, then she could deem her life complete and end it with that. Such existential thoughts were unheard of coming from a child, but her mind had been marred, ruined and battered by the concept of being abandoned by those who were supposed to cherish her. As soft whimpers racked her sides, she failed to notice that she wasn't alone. If she had known, she wouldn't have dared let tears fall, to taint her porcelain skin with salty paths, for she would find it selfish to express such emotions to anyone. They were hers, and hers alone to endure.

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The night continued her cold embrace. Even though it was bitter, and sometimes painful, his relationship with the dark was one built on solid ground. She would always come to him, and so he would have some respite from the judgmental eyes that watched him like a hawk. They needed to sleep sometime, and while they were off in their dreams, Cerin found the time to live. It was a sad sight really, and a pitiful story to anyone who knew. No one did actually know, so all they could do was talk and whisper in the shadows about the boy who can't talk. Ironic that they choose the one who can't defend himself to pick on.

His green eyes flashed open at the subtle sound of movement somewhere in his vicinity. His body immediately tensed, the muscles rippling and aligning in the coils, ready to run. It was then that his eyes landed upon another; a girl younger than himself who seems to have wandered up here. He stood in the most quiet of silences, scrutinizing her every moment. The spotted girl seemed exhausted, as would anyone not accustomed to living in this time of day.

She stumbled around a little, not much, but for Cerin who was so accustomed to walking, he could see the subtle sway in her steps. The girl finally slows, and then collapses into a bed of heathers. He tilts his head, still watching her silently. Such an odd thing for a girl to be alone at her age. He had just been kicked into the world at about her age, so had she been alone the entire time? Did she have parents here in Helovia that just let her wander from them? So many questions he was plagued with once again. All he could do was let them go into the air as quickly as they came, for him assuming anything caused more problems than if he went in with an open mind.

It was then that her faint mutterings caught his ears. The spotted lady was crying. His heart ached in pain at hearing this. She had obviously come here to be alone, that made much more sense. If she was anything like him, than she came up here to escape the fake facade of society. Sometimes, it was too hard to pretend that everything was okay. Sometimes, your heart needed to hurt to feel better. He swallowed then, torn between approaching and offering his comfort, or leave and allow her to be alone as she might have wanted. At this point, either could work as it was obvious that she had paid no mind to his presence.

For a few passing moments, his mind debated back and forth what to do. She didn't smell of the sand and heat of the throat, so where had she come from? Well, at least then she could not weigh him down with hatred if she decided to reject him. A life cannot be lived unless one takes risks. Tentatively he made his way over, making it a point to not be quiet and moving slowly. Hoping she wouldn't run off, when he was only about a foot from where she had chosen to bed for the night, he reached his nose out, snuffing in a greeting. It was awkward, but the only way he could even begin to connect if she had the desire to forge any acquaintanceship.

His verdant eyes studied the small things. The way her wings looked so different from that of a normal pegasus, to every spot that was placed on her body. She was undeniably younger, for unlike him, she still had a gangly foal-like aspect to her. He had just grown out of that stage, and now was beginning to build into his height. Cerin pulled his muzzle back from her, realizing he had left it suspended close for a few lingering moments. She was pretty, and sadly, even as a boy, he cannot help but fall under the spell of those who possessed unique features.



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Oh how it hurt; to feel so alone. How her mind begged and longed for the gentle embrace of mother once again, her soft muzzle nibbling her mane, her warm breath sending plesant chills down her spine. A life without her would be a sad one indeed, and to know she would never have a life with her again caused a sob to escape her black maw. She felt so pathetic, for letting these emotions take such a toll. She could be doing something much more productive than crying at things that were never going to change. Only when she felt the tears could fall no more did she hear someone approach. At once her dainty skull lifted in alert, hazel pools wide with shock as she had been quite startled. A soft gasp escaped her as she attempted to stand, only to clumsily fall back onto her stomach. In defeat she huffed, chiding herself for being so quick to react, especially upon closer inspection it was merely a boy who had approached her.

The moon caught his pearly coat and gave it a plesant glow, leaving her to stare at his unique coloring, before realizing he was offering out his muzzle to her. At the gentle air blowing against her features she smiled, sniffling and finally bringing herself back onto all fours. Wiping her eyes gently against her knobby knees, she let an embarrassed giggle escape her. Her she was, crying like a newborn, and he was still kind enough to offer comfort. After she deemed herself polished up enough for interaction, she closed the gap between them, offering a tender puff of air in return. Her eyes shone with kindness, gratefulness in fact, for his gesture. Her heart swelled with warmth, as this colt had sprung a new hope in her. Perhaps things wouldn't be so bad, when there were others like him and her out in this world; people who were trying to do the right thing.

"Forgive me for interrupting your evening, sometimes my emotions just get the best of me," she laughed tenderly, tinkling out like soft chimes into the chilly evening air. Her wings gave another flutter, showing her nervousness and curiosity all at once, as she turned to face him full on, taking him in for who he was. A yearling most certainly, beginning to grow into his body and show promise, but still with slightly fuzzier mane and tail, along with his beautiful coat. She marveled at the silver gleaming like an iridescant pearl, and how his legs were of a creamy mocha. She was sure many fillies and colts longed to look like him, looked up to him for his kindness, at least she would assume that's how most would view him. Had she known the truth she would have been apalled, angry and confused. Perhaps it was her kind spirit that always saw the good in others, or childish in naivity that assumed it was there.

Suddenly a swift breeze assaulted her, causing her legs to wobble with cold. Pressing her skull into her chest to try and retain some warmth, she shivered and giggled, before looking to the colt once again with that friendly smile,"My name is Myrrine. Thank you for being so kind to see if I was alright. I apologize for my actions, but it's rather cold tonight." As if to reassure the filly that she was in fact, correct, another breeze crashed against her smaller bodice. Taking a slight step at the force her little teeth chattered, and soon her eyes found their way back to her heather bed. It was warm there, welcoming, and the taller vegetation was protective against the wind. Perhaps he would join her, surely she couldn't be the only one that was cold? Slowly turning herself back towards her nest, she looked back to him over a spotted shoulder, expression inviting as she spoke once again,"If you'd like to join me, we can rest in the heather. It's very soft and warm. Of course, if you must be going, I understand that as well."

She was telling the truth when she told him this, but she slightly hoped that he didn't have anywhere to go. Now that she had someone here, she no longer wanted to be alone. In fact it was quite the opposite; she was so desperate for company that she didn't know what she would do without it. Was it because he was nice to her, or because she truly felt he would make a valuable friend indeed. Without waiting for a response, her little limbs curled beneath her, wings closing together as her spotted frame pressed eagerly against the heather's embrace. Closing her eyes to savor the shelter for only a moment, she opened them back to continue to stare at her new company. Face just as expectant and inviting she waited, letting the boy decide if he would join her or not.

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Klare
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A smile couldn't help but consume the young boys face when she returned his little greeting. Although she was obviously in some sort of pain, she should be happy for the confidence that was now renewed within the pale boy was palpable. Her look was even more comforting, and if she was annoyed with him, she was hiding it well. So often it was easy for him to predict the horse based on their subtleties. The smallest muscle twitch or head tilt did not pass by without scrutiny from him. Each emotion had its quirks, sadness weighed them down. Their gait, ears, or eyes screamed of longing to be healed. Happiness was a bright, and sometimes rare emotion. The ears would be forward, and even in the pauses between words a smile would remain. Gratitude was weighed with reactions, did they watch you? Did they turn away? Such was how each and every individual movement passed by his eyes. When watching the body, it could sometimes tell more than words themselves.

An apology fell softly from her lips like a tiny breath of cotton springing free. The smile that was still settled upon his face grew wider as he watched her move. She looked uncomfortable by the little fluttering coming from her wings. It was hard to discern nervousness from discomfort, especially in a species he really had never been around. So just in case he shook his head, to deny his acceptance of her apology. He would not take those unneeded words. Apologies were for dire situations. Too often he had heard the words "I'm sorry.."drift from the lips of mothers who looked upon him like an abandoned piece of trash. It was an empty apology, for who can truly be sorry for their emotions? It was a natural response.

His tiny hooves took a step back, then to give her a little space instead of standing in front of her like a towering guardian. Funny to think that she may be intimidated by him, although her demeanor may change when she realizes he is nothing but a weak boy. There is no strength in his bones, and his appearance did not help. So often his body was deceiving, although he was strong, it was not to be used. Wasted strength he would say if he could talk.

The wind blew again, causing her small body to shake. Funny, for he hadn't even noticed how cool the wind was. It did cut into him, but he was so used to it that temperature didn't even seem to register with him anymore. He snorted a little at his own contemplations, watching quietly as she went back on to explaining herself. It seemed naive enough, and he nodded at the sound of her name. It was pretty, unique, something that he was again not. It was a weird feeling for him to feel so inferior to someone so young. Age was getting to him, and soon he may be the old stallion who fears anyone but himself. Then her words dove back into an apology and he shook his head furiously. Mane flopped back and forth, it was in its awkward in-between state. He wasn't a man, so therefore didn't have a mane, but he was not a fluffy tailed child. Another breeze interrupted then, clawing at her fragile body once more. A cringe fell across his face as he watched her fall into an even colder state. He had been keeping her from warmth.

As he began to take another step back, she had more to say. His ears swiveled to listen intently. She was... inviting him? Inviting him... to join... her? It was such an incomprehensible thought, and one he'd thought he'd never have. Did she not care for his muteness, and the way he could convey no emotion at all? Hesitantly, he stepped forward following the spotted girl to her resting place. He paused for a moment, standing over her as she got situated. It almost felt wrong to do either of the choices. Leaving her would be a bad idea, who knew what was out there? Cerin knew the dangers that lingered in the shadows, but did Myrrine? On the other hand, if he did stay, he'd have to be really careful. Especially his thoughts of her were rather fond, and she didn't need her seeing him so pathetically admiring a girl he'd just met.

Taking a gulp, he stood for a few moments torn between going and staying. Standing there was obviously not the best choice, because even he felt quite awkward not being at the same level as she. Carefully, he stepped over to her left, eyeing her every movement as he lowered himself to the ground. If she wanted him to leave, he would, she just had to say the word. Another nervous swallow broke through his silence as he nodded, trying to convey that he would stay.

How could this be amusing for her though? One who could not take was the most uninteresting thing ever. Very few could ever get around without a word, much less make any friends. He just hoped, if she bid him adieu, that she would be tender about it. Cerin's heart was already scarred enough, and he didn't want to have to leave another place again.


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When he smiled, her smile only widened. When he looked at her with those kind eyes she couldn't help but feel warmth spread around her body. Perhaps it wasn't as cold as she had thought. He seemed very observant of her every move, those eyes looking at every inch of her intently, but not to scrutinize in any way. No, he seemed genuine, just very focused. The way his head shook back and forth, how his lips didn't even try to move to respond, as if he weren't used to it. Oh, how dumb she was. How had she not seen it before? The signs were clear as day, and again she was focused on her past, looking into her mind at her mother. Those blue eyes, her soft grey face, but she never had a voice. No, she had been mute. It had been hard at first to understand her, to get used to her body language and soft grunts and muffles; as far as her vocals would allow her to speak. Myrrine was an intelligent girl though, and with time she had figured out a way to understand, to look into Mother's eyes and know what she was trying to convey. Who would have known that she would have encountered another mute. Had the Gods been trying to tell her something, some divine intervention?

She wasn't sure, but she was very happy when he was soon next to her side, curling up in the bed with her, clearly wanting to stay. She kept her smile ever present, being grateful that he had chosen to keep her company. These nights were lonely, and though this world was dangerous, she had faith that the Gods would grant her safe passage. Letting her muscles finally relax, she rested her skull delicately upon her hooves, looking up at him with her soft hazel gaze. Dark lashes fluttered gently as she remained attentive to him, and once he was settled she spoke again, lower now that they were in a closer proximity,"Is it hard, to not be able to speak?"

Yes, she was being slightly rude by blurting that out, but she couldn't help but ask. She had wanted to ask Mother so many times, to prod into her mind to hear her thoughts without having to decipher those body movements. Not because she was annoyed with having to, but because she knew just how hard it had been for Mother to try and communicate. Especially since the mare had also been deaf. If anyone had been given a crippled start, it had been her. Expression slowly changed to a wistful one at the thought of her beloved parent, before her attention return to the yearling. Scooting a little closer, with his permission, she continued to stare at him pleasantly, beginning to speak again to clarify,"My mother, well, adopted mother, was mute and deaf. I learned how to read her body movements, and she learned how to read my lips when I spoke." The images of her flashed into her mind again, over and over, taunting her little soul and tearing at her insides little by little.

She didn't notice the tears that began to well once again, and instead her face looked into the sky, taking in the large expanse of stars that speckled the dark canvas. She missed her so much. She had never been so homesick before, so ungrateful of what she had now in this world. Because if she had the choice, she knew she would throw all that she'd accomplished here to the wayside to see Mother just one last time. Yes, she had grown fond of Kahlua, Alysanne, and especially Ilios, but they were nothing compared to her dame. Sniffling, she wiped away the tears abruptly, giggling gently to try and shrug off the painful emotions weighing down her dainty body.

She would not ruin this moment, not when she had just met a new friend. He had been kind enough to come and comfort her, even when he knew he couldn't speak words. Did he fear rejection like Mother had? Did his heart break when people looked at him differently just because he wasn't like them? Bile raised into her throat at the last thought, out of shame to those who would think of him any differently. He had feelings too, could function like any other horse, he just couldn't talk about it.

Soon the tears were running again and she couldn't stop them, couldn't stop the quivering of her shoulders as she broke into another sob, pressing her face into the grasses to try and muffle her cries. She felt like a fool, breaking down at the slightest thoughts in front of a stranger. But her heart just hurt, her whole body hurt, and the only release was crying like a little newborn. She had seen too much, suffered more than anyone her age should have to, and this final loss seemed to push her over the edge. She wondered amidst her tears if this boy had just as many obstacles in his small life as she did, or worse, did he have more? Coughing in an attempt to hold back another whimper, she shook her head angrily, hating looking this way. Her eyes met his again, and upon her black maw spread a slightly bitter smile,"You must think of me as a fool. Life has not been kind to either of us."

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Klare
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The proximity was a painfully bittersweet moment. Being able to be so close was breathtaking, yet with one simple mistake everything could shatter again. Such a good soul would no doubt disapprove of his "witchery" as it was so often referred to. So all he did was follow her movements, watching as she placed her little head atop her hooves. It was such an innocent gesture, and he to lowered his muzzle to the ground. She, at this point, had to know he was a mute, so all he could do was sit and listen. If she had revelations about her life, or magical stories to tell, he would be her secret keeper. So there he stood, watching her hazel eyes like a moth to a flame.

The one thing he didn't expect, were her next words.

His ears flickered forward as he violently raised his head, gazing at her like a dumbfounded foal. Not once had anyone asked him how he felt, instead he was bombarded by the endless assumptions of those who had no idea what was occurring. He blinked a few times, still not sure how to approach this question. On one hand, it was as horrible as most thought. He was thrust into a world where everyone relied on communication as much as they relied on oxygen. Without it, he just kept fading and fading until he finally would finally just disappear. Then, there was a bright side. He was never asked to make decisions he didn't want to make, so instead of blaming himself he could lend the mental distress on those who required him to do so. It was a cowardly escape, but a valid one nonetheless.

Realizing he had not moved a muscle in quite a while he finally just... shrugged. There was really no way to say yes or no, because he could communicate if forced too. Though, the next words began to force his mind into another tumultuous cycle. Her own mother had been both mute and deaf? How did he have the right to sit here and feel even once ounce of pity for himself? He blinked back another veil of shock that covered him like a blanket, glancing over to her quietly only to find tears. His own eyes glassed over, wanting to take away her pain. He had lost a mother, and with the looks of it, she may have also.

He let her work out her own emotions, because she needed too. He had done that numerous nights when he had first left home. He would find himself heaving, unable to move under the weight of sorrow and exhaustion. The feeling never really goes away, horses just learn to deal with it. There wasn't another option unless you wanted death. Eventually, she began to laugh it off, but Cerin was not fooled. She was in pain, so his face remained stoic until she spoke again.

Then, it was rather obvious.

Tears fell from her eyes like little waterfalls and all he could do was lie there and do absolutely nothing. Never had he felt more useless in his life. What could he possibly do to help her? It wasn't fair to keep her here in a place where she was in constant agony and sorrow. She coughed again, as if trying to speak until finally strangled, anguished words came forth. He just nodded in agreement. No use lying to her, although she truly did have the worse end of the stick here.

Contemplating, he could not let her stay here. Clearing his throat, he leaned his muzzle forward, stopping just short of her shoulder to look at her. If she did not mind his touch, he could take this all away. Even if just for a moment she could live in a world of sunshine and happiness. Sometimes, living in a dream was the only hope you had to hand onto. Cerin knew that better than anyone.


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He had been very attentive the entire time to her. Through her sorrows and blatant cries he had only watched her with his brilliant eyes of emerald, refusing to move from her direction or to stare at her own hazel pools. It was comforting in a way, to experience someone's undivided attention. But whether or not it was because she just wasn't used to it or the intensity of his attentiveness, Myrrine still didn't feel completely content. It certainly wasn't because of him or who he was, she relished in his company now that she had it, and when his movements copied her she could only let out a small smile. Something else was eating at her though, perhaps it was just because of the state of grief she was in.

His answer to her question had been a rather matter-of-fact one. Even without a voice your personality and intentions can still shine through. It is this observation through bitter tears that makes her still smile, despite the pain that consumed her very essence. Turning to stare at the stars, she let the tears continue to fall. Through the blurry vision, a shooting star crossed the sky, causing lifeless ears to prick forward slightly, and her head to lift minorly. In the moment of light she had paused, shutting her lids briefly to make a wish, sucking in her breath slightly as if even the most minute sound would ruin anything she had been hoping for. When her eyes opened, they were met with those same green ones, staring intensely as his muzzle was suddenly closer to her before. The hot breath from his nostrils sent shivers along her torso, causing her eyes to flutter in slight comfort and confusion. Did he want to touch her? To embrace and comfort her in her time of need? Or was it just his way of communicating, in an attempt to show her something. Nevertheless, her body shifted to accept him, and in that moment did something flash into her mind.

The only world she could use to describe it was beautiful. A fleeting but vibrant image of a peaceful field filled the expanses of her mind, stretching out before her like a sea of gold. The sun was warm and wind gently swayed the vegetation, tousling her downy mane and filling her with the utmost warmth. As the sun shined, birds chirped and fluttered above her, playing at each others heels in the sky, twirling and spinning before flocking away to somewhere unknown. Soon all her grief was gone, her mind melting into the state of this moment of bliss, body relaxing as there no longer seemed to be anything wrong in this world. Before she knew it she was opening her eyes and gasping, looking around as her beautiful dreamland had vanished, and in its place was cold reality. Though it wasn't so cold now, no, not with the boy who had brought her a gift that others would most likely never be able to offer. Soon her gaze was only filled with brilliant green pools, along with a gleaming silver body and luscious tresses, even for his age.

It had been too hard for her to stop what she did next. Her front hooves shifted forward, whole body slipping gracefully to his side so that if he would let her their bodies would touch, and her delicate skull slipped beneath the gap of his neck so swiftly, pressing up and inwards to embrace him. Her ear tips gently flicked against his cheek, and her own attempted to press into his neck, closing her eyes as only more tears fell. This time, they were not out of melancholy, but quite the opposite. He had brought her joy, hope, something lovely in every single sense that she had yet to explain, and she could only thank him with this embrace, this attempt to close the emptiness she had been feeling for so long. Letting out a soft, slightly wavering breath from her emotions, she finally breathed out what her heart wanted her to say to him, "Thank you... so much..."


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Klare
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His breath was slowing, but not from comfort. Nerves seemed to have the opposite affect on Cerin, instead of becoming hyper aware, time seemed to slow down. He was painfully close, and willingly at that. His throat tightened painfully until... it was perfect. Her shoulder pressed into his nose with so much grace and friendship, that his eyes glassed over. He wanted to cry, wanted to scream and let the world know how happy he was. There was only so far he could go within his jail, so instead, he'd let her experience it.

What he opened up to her was a place he had always hidden himself within. A place of beauty, serenity and grace. A place that doesn't ever exist. He was the only one that could drag a shard of it into reality. His mind was churning with every detail she wanted. He reached so far into the back of his mind to make it perfect for her. He could see the expanse of gold and life, but that is not what he was focused on. It was so hard to keep this image alive, and to actually watch her. There was not a single thing that had taken his attention with so much vigor. Yet, here she was. A girl whom he had never met, sweeping him off his feet and taking every ounce of composure he had.

However, all dreams had to end.

Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and as soon as the contact was broken, a rush of air passed by his lips. A meaningful and content smile spread across his face, and he turned away. She need not to see him happy. This was for her, and solely her. Dragging his own wants and dreams into this was selfish. With a few more calming breaths, his smile faded from its joyous state into the small smile he wore so often. Although this one was much, much brighter.

It was at this point, his surprise surpassed anything he'd ever encountered. She moved, but not away. She didn't leave or chastise. Instead, she stayed. She was here, and even moving towards him. Her head ducked beneath him, and it felt so foreign. It was such an alien touch, one that he had never experienced. His green eyes widened, and moved to keep her. He wanted her to stay here forever. The delicate flicker of her ears against his cheek made his eyes fall shut. This was a feeling that can never be seen or spoken, only felt. He tucked his head inward, wanting to keep this forever. He did have the power to create alternate realities, but this was something that could not be repeated.

He could tell she was crying again, and he wanted to stop her. He didn't deserve tears, whether out of fear or happiness. He should not be feared, but he and his motions were not something to be joyous about. His throat tightened painfully again, and his dipped his head at a steeper angle, trying to keep as much contact as possible. It was his promise now, that he would keep her safe. She would be his responsibility whether or not she appreciated it. He would not stand to let her live in the world that he had oft been victim too.

Her words however, shattered him. Every part of nature he thought to be true was broken. She wasn't afraid, she wasn't mad, she wasn't all the other negative emotions he had experience. Instead, she was the opposite. She was the life he wished he had. The birds he wished to sing with. Again he wanted to scream. He wanted her to know that she had done much, much more for him. He wanted to know where she lived, and if she would visit him again. How could he find a girl he couldn't communicate with? Thus, he must seize the day, for it is often a day that ends just as quickly as it started.

'Stay with me..' Silence was the only response.

"blah blah blah."
Tag;; @[Myrrine]
Words;; 673 words
Notes;; Its a little weird, and sorry for the wait but I hope you like it. <3


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