a thorn among the petals

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[PRIVATE] a thorn among the petals

Rikyn the Puppeteer Posts: 549

Aurora Basin Lord atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 4.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 4 HP: 70 | Buff: SWIFT

Duir :: Royal Cerndyr :: Earth Spirit Bunnie

02-22-2017, 11:31 AM

sweet bitter words, unlike nothing I have heard:

Nipping at her shoulder as she turns to model my handiwork, I turn up to dreamily stare into the falling petals Nimue tousles free, and my cheeks really start to ache from all the smiling. Despite my inner horror at the utter frivolity with which I’m presenting myself, there is something wonderful about being this way; for instance, I’d never have noticed these flowers, or how very nice they smell.

I might also have never felt this happy.

Maybe I thought I had at one point, while my friends and I walked across the world together, young, and full of hope, but it was a different sort of joy, then. The kind you couldn’t really appreciate, because there had never been a time when you were really unhappy, at least not in way that was thorough enough to tarnish the bright gleam of childish naivety, and the peace therein. Yet, even then, or as I’d chased fireflies with Xynia, or stood shoulder to shoulder with her, late into the night, staring into the Starpool, could not compare to this feeling of oneness with everything, and a joy to be alive and among it all.

I had not known one could feel this way, I think, inside the smiling loon of a body mine has become, my life having been dark and heavy, the sort that left the person who lived it very much the same way. I had never imagined what it would be like to be someone so unlike myself at all, and now that I had…

Her lips kiss my ear, her breath warm, and enticing. This new me, however, barely notices, merely lifting his foolish head to proudly present the carefully placed bloom, while Tiamat (thankfully) asks Duir what he’s doing with that rock.

Halting from where he’d been cheerfully dancing beneath the falling blooms and petals, Duir’s lips tilt into a sheepish smile around the shining blue rock.

"Oh, the Time God gave it to me, so I could learn about my magic!" I tell her, my voice cheerful, not at all representative of the true upset I have inside my heart for Duir at this particular point in time, "it’s supposed to let others make me feel and act like they want."

sing along, mockingbird; you don't affect me.

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