of recoil and grace

[OPEN] of recoil and grace

Johnny Posts: 161

Outcast

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 13 hh :: 10 years

Jellybean :: Common Griffin :: Molten Dagger Sarah

12-30-2016, 02:04 PM

sweet, sugar, candyman

I didn’t get it at first, when I saw a dark body lying still and sad voices on the air of those who had discovered it.

My first thought was ‘boy is just trying to take a nap and all these folks gathering around talking up a storm!!’ Like how rude is that? I was just working up the nerve to walk over and tell off all these horses for being brats when it started to click. When I recognized who it was lying on the cold ground.

Tragedy isn’t a colour that I wear very well, neither is sadness. They’re too dark for me and I’ve really never been touched by them before. I’ve never known anyone that died before (to my knowledge - little did I know the handsome fire-cloaked Gaucho I met in a dream once was also dead) and this was officially Too Much. I stopped in my tracks and stood there for a moment, watching those who had come, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go over there and see Deimos in any other state other than living. Even if he wasn’t exactly the ‘frolic in the snow’ type, he still moved. He still breathed and scowled and all those other things that someone like Deimos did to fill up their day (wander? I don’t know).

If I didn’t go over there, I could pretend that he was still in the Basin somewhere, just out of sight, keeping an eye on us as he always did. He would forever be in the snowy shadows around this mountain home and I wouldn’t have to accept that tomorrow I would wake up in an utterly Deimos-less world.

So I turned around and walked away from the mourners as fast as my pink legs could carry me, green eyes searching around for something - anything to distract me from what lay behind.