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11-09-2015, 01:31 AM
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
He apprehensively watched Rexanna, waiting to see any sign— any inkling— that the seraph’s healing magic was working and he was no longer a nightmare from her past. He watched her eyes flutter close, then open and land on him in familiarity in recognition. His great hide shudders in relief as his love confirms that she was no longer under the influence of sickness. “Thank you, Miykael. You’ve healed more than just Rexanna’s lungs,” the gratitude was great in his low voice as the healing angel nods gently and walks away.
Despite talking to the healer, his darkened and pained gaze never leaves the gilded princess. She looks to Miykael, but finally looks to him with a small, apologetic smile upon her face. His ears flick further backwards, trying to stem the flood of pain from both the rejection, fear, and illness.
He stands still, rigid against the events that have just unfolded. He had not been able to pull her out of her nightmare… he had failed her. And, even worse, he had become her nightmare incarnate. Why had her mind made him such a demon? Certainly it would not do that to someone she loved. So how could he be the love she claimed to have found while caught in her hallucination?
Wounded, azure eyes finally break from the Basin Mare as he turns his great head away from her. There were a thousand questions to be asked, but he could ask only one, “Who is this ‘love’ you’ve found in Helovia? The one that loves you back,” his deep voice was toneless and flat, carefully withholding emotion. He keeps his squinted, pained stare at the Flat’s endless horizon, not giving their telling depths to Rexanna just yet.
Despite talking to the healer, his darkened and pained gaze never leaves the gilded princess. She looks to Miykael, but finally looks to him with a small, apologetic smile upon her face. His ears flick further backwards, trying to stem the flood of pain from both the rejection, fear, and illness.
He stands still, rigid against the events that have just unfolded. He had not been able to pull her out of her nightmare… he had failed her. And, even worse, he had become her nightmare incarnate. Why had her mind made him such a demon? Certainly it would not do that to someone she loved. So how could he be the love she claimed to have found while caught in her hallucination?
Wounded, azure eyes finally break from the Basin Mare as he turns his great head away from her. There were a thousand questions to be asked, but he could ask only one, “Who is this ‘love’ you’ve found in Helovia? The one that loves you back,” his deep voice was toneless and flat, carefully withholding emotion. He keeps his squinted, pained stare at the Flat’s endless horizon, not giving their telling depths to Rexanna just yet.
Tembovu
Permission from Rottie to PP Miykael leaving! @Rexanna
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