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No.
No! The sound that comes from the mare's gullet is one of utter and complete anguish; a gargled, twisted wreck of a noise that bubbles like a curse from her throat. It's the sound of misery, the sound of loss, the sound of a friend, gone. The body on the floor has the cobwebbed face of Lace, and the white dragon by his side is surely his, but it can't be him. Because there is no fucking way that he is dead, gone, lost to her. He is eternal, he is stone, he is forever; outside her family, he is the man she has known the longest, and the man she is most loathe to lose. The body can't be his. It just can't. Except it is. Her forelegs fold, crumble, and she falls to her knees. Her expanded, pregnant sides weigh her down, and the impact makes her legs pulse with pain. But she doesn't care. She doesn't give a shit, because Lace is dead. How? He isn't injured - he's so perfect he could be sleeping, except he isn't. Neither he, nor the beautiful white dragon nestled like a babe at his side, have breath in their lungs. He is gone; to paradise or to the abyss, whatever comes after. For someone with a self-proclaimed iron heart, it tears her up inside to feel it breaking. She manages to rise, with difficulty thanks to the multiple added weights of her child and her misery, and stands sentinel by him with her head hung in woe and her ears dejectedly flopped forwards. "They took you too soon, old friend," she murmurs, extending her muzzle to softly touch the still-warm body. It's the last time, and she savours it - her own weakness sickens her as a single tear flees her eye and trickles down the contours of her cheek. Fuck, she lives like she does so she never has to worry about losing a lover, about having her heart yearn for someone she can never have. She doesn't love, because she can't stand to lose. But her foolproof, fantastic lifestyle didn't bargain on growing so close to a man platonically. It didn't bargain on friendship. It didn't bargain on a different type of love, one perhaps even stronger than that which holds together partners. And it's the most agonising thing she's ever felt. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
