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[OPEN] love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
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HEART SICK_AND EYES FILLED UP WITH BLUE


As her wings swept back and her tail feathers splayed to break the wind, Ampere landed with an easy grace afforded to a lifetime of aerial preference. Even with her absent mind, she touched down gently, her hooves faintly clicking against the stone beneath as she walked.

Settling her feathers after a ruffle, Ampere's ears twitched at her partner's query. "Prayer," Ampere said simply, not seeming to promise more as she continued forward. Though her answer was brief and direct, she wasn't annoyed by the question or the idea of conversation, she just didn't have the heart to actually carry it.

After a cursory glance at the surrounding area, Ampere strode towards a dilapidated shrine that could only belong to their patron god, the Sun. Quietly the blue mare paused before it, her dark muzzle reaching out almost tenderly to brush along the cracked and worn monument. Her lips moved in un-heard whispers, as her whiskers and maw moved down the length of the shrine, until her head bowed against the floor. That itself wasn't enough for the normally less-pious mare, not in this that she asked, and so gingerly Ampere folded her knees down and kneeled before the Sun's shrine.

"Sun," she beckoned, her voice cracking, but she knew that the gods listened to hearts and souls more than voices anyway. Then she paused, as if suddenly unsure. What did she want of her god anyway? A sign that Gaucho was alright? That wouldn't really ease the absence she felt here and now. A reason for taking him? Death was unreasonable, and unavoidable, she already knew that, it was just a matter of accepting it. So what?

"Can you tell him that I love him, please."
After all this time, she couldn't remember if he ever knew how much he mattered to her. All the fighting and the yelling and the fucking, had she ever told him that she cared about him?

Gaucho.


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RE: love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed - by Ampere - 09-24-2016, 09:43 PM

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