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02-09-2017, 09:00 PM
glasgow
I know the world’s a broken bone —
Glasgow didn’t know what she was doing here. She was already awkward enough around others, let alone taking part in a blind date. She huffed quietly when given the name of the person she was supposed to seek out. She had no idea what he even looked like, so she had to judge based off if someone looked like a Zekle to her. Which was far more difficult than she originally imagined. Her scarred head swiveled to and fro in search of who might be alone, awaiting their partners to find them. Unless she was going in a circle while Zekle did as well, never actually finding one another. Time would tell, though. And if she didn’t find the man soon, she’d more than likely give up.
Yet, she pressed on, looking shyly past those that have found their partners already, pausing by the water as it rippled and distorted the reflections of the tree branches above. Her glassy gaze trailed the ripples as they made it to the edge of the grove before she lifted her head again – spotting a bay pegasus that seemed peculiarly alone. It appeared from this angle too as she approached that he only had one wing, with metal dancing around the place the other wing would be. Intrigued, she tiptoed closer, but still allowing him space. “Excuse me, sir,” she stumbled over her entrance, clearing her throat and silently cursing at herself for the awkward entrances. “Are you Zekle, perchance? ” She tilted her head slightly and hopeful that this was indeed the person she sought. She tried to offer a small smile in greeting, trying to forget the scars that were scarlet and raised against her pale flesh, trying to forget the broken horn that sat upon her brow despite having a gilded cover to rest upon it, trying to forget about all of her imperfections.
"Talk."
Yet, she pressed on, looking shyly past those that have found their partners already, pausing by the water as it rippled and distorted the reflections of the tree branches above. Her glassy gaze trailed the ripples as they made it to the edge of the grove before she lifted her head again – spotting a bay pegasus that seemed peculiarly alone. It appeared from this angle too as she approached that he only had one wing, with metal dancing around the place the other wing would be. Intrigued, she tiptoed closer, but still allowing him space. “Excuse me, sir,” she stumbled over her entrance, clearing her throat and silently cursing at herself for the awkward entrances. “Are you Zekle, perchance? ” She tilted her head slightly and hopeful that this was indeed the person she sought. She tried to offer a small smile in greeting, trying to forget the scars that were scarlet and raised against her pale flesh, trying to forget the broken horn that sat upon her brow despite having a gilded cover to rest upon it, trying to forget about all of her imperfections.
"Talk."
— but melt your headaches,
call it home.
@Zekle AWKWARD GLASGOW FOR U
