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01-17-2016, 04:29 AM
I have loved so hard
that it broke my heart—
His jealous inquiry was answered with mumbled words and downcast eyes. He felt something— something akin to guilt and pain— strike his chest at making his Rexanna so… sadly submissive. Defeat and weariness etched on her once-proud and beautiful frame. She had approached him with such gentle beauty this night and now… Now it had disintegrated into loneliness and new demons to wrestle. This was no night of gifts, this was an evening of sorrow.
Rexanna was right to not belabor the attributes of Ashamin— for that quickly would have turned the tides from sorrow to anger. And the anger of an Elephant was something he hoped she would never be subjected too— for it could be a fearsome and uncontrollable thing. So he stood still, waiting for the inevitable.
Her eyes turned up, once again searching the gathering. But no one found her eyes now— now was the time for forsaken solitude. And, as he stood, a lone pillar of a man, she left. With speed slowly increasing, she disappeared into the night, leaving him.
He stood, among the happy faces and cheerful bells. He stood atop the merry sprinkling of snow. Eyes, darkened to navy, watched the empty space that once held the embodiment of his life’s light— what kept his demons at bay.
And now, in her absence, he felt the shift in his barrel. He felt the chill travel up his spine, stiffen his muscles, and grit his teeth. And, as it had been before Helovia, he struggled against this vindictive creature that threatened. But it fed on his sorrow, on the fear of loneliness that plagued him. Where his happiness withdrew, this darkness pervaded and grew.
So with hard eyes and an anger beginning to smolder in his chest, the statue moved, turning to travel back to the Edge.
Rexanna was right to not belabor the attributes of Ashamin— for that quickly would have turned the tides from sorrow to anger. And the anger of an Elephant was something he hoped she would never be subjected too— for it could be a fearsome and uncontrollable thing. So he stood still, waiting for the inevitable.
Her eyes turned up, once again searching the gathering. But no one found her eyes now— now was the time for forsaken solitude. And, as he stood, a lone pillar of a man, she left. With speed slowly increasing, she disappeared into the night, leaving him.
He stood, among the happy faces and cheerful bells. He stood atop the merry sprinkling of snow. Eyes, darkened to navy, watched the empty space that once held the embodiment of his life’s light— what kept his demons at bay.
And now, in her absence, he felt the shift in his barrel. He felt the chill travel up his spine, stiffen his muscles, and grit his teeth. And, as it had been before Helovia, he struggled against this vindictive creature that threatened. But it fed on his sorrow, on the fear of loneliness that plagued him. Where his happiness withdrew, this darkness pervaded and grew.
So with hard eyes and an anger beginning to smolder in his chest, the statue moved, turning to travel back to the Edge.
—only to build me up
stronger again.
tembovu
@Rexanna the end :[
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