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02-17-2013, 05:31 PM
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They were more alike than she had previously known, though perhaps she saw it now. They wore their masks, the pair of them, clinging to the masquerade as though it was their lifeline in this incomprehensible thing called life. Who were they, really, when they danced behind their respective facades, never showing who they truly were - or did they even know? Had they just adopted that which they showed to others? Or was there something else hidden deep within, a softness, a weakness, a fear, a trust...? It was a question that she did not consider, though whether she would not or could not was another question in and of itself. Questions upon questions upon questions - such was what the FrostHeart brought her, be it in her dreams or in her reality. But what was her reality now? What had she become in his absence? Had she gone soft, turned into a weakling, someone fit only to lead within her lands but never to reach for more? Had she become content? Complacent? For years she had been one unicorn, her mind set on one goal, never deviating from the path set for her by her father, never questioning her birthright, never forgiving those who had abandoned her, never moving forward - but she had moved forward, hadn't she? No - to think that she had would be to lie to herself. She had gotten nowhere until the past year. She had killed and terrorized only a handful of those she hated, after all, and what mark had that made upon the masses? None. She had migrated to Helovia, fleeing her father's stupidity and wrath, and she had found something that could have been love, once, and what had she done with it? Nothing. And then she had returned to fight against those she hated once more, to no avail. She had accomplished nothing. Had done nothing. And then everything had changed. Mauja disappeared, and she had stepped up, walked forward, given those who were lost a path to follow. Perhaps they did not believe what she believed. Once, that would have disgusted her, but she had adapted. After all, did they not all want to live amongst their own kind? Faelene, for example, did not hate the inferiors as the jackal did, but she had no love for the herds that had moved against them. And wasn't she more useful than the majority of the Plague? Had she not proven her loyalty to the Basin and to its Lady? She had evolved, changed, morphed into that role that she had been called into. Here she was, the Dark Empress, the Lady of Aurora Basin. She had moved forward, moved up, gained rank, gained respect, gained so much since departing from that path set for her, since adapting to this new way of life. Once she would have considered it weak, but now she was not so sure. Could it be that this situation, that showing her true feelings to the Ice King, would be the same? Was it really weak of her to show affection, to show concern? Or would it only make her stronger in the end, like her other actions had done? "Who are you?" he asked her, and she remained silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts, emotions - and then she stopped, took a shaky breath. Did she need to hide even now, when she could see him stripped bare before her? Would he believe her if she offered him the same courtesy? "Who are we?" he added after a moment, and she was left in more confusion than before, breaking down ever-so-slowly under his icy gaze, his tear-streaked face toward her now. When she spoke, it was a whisper. "I don't know." It was the truth. Who she was now was not who she had once been, but how did she explain that? She knew that things had changed, that she had changed, but she hadn't the words to tell him. A thought occurred, and when she voiced it, her lyrics were stronger, surer, though still soft. "I don't know who I am, and I don't know who we are. Nor do I know who you are. Things have changed, Mauja, both within us and around us. All I know is what we can be." We. Together. Us. Future. The concept was there, the beginnings of the thoughts to form in her mind - but it was not yet a fully functional ideal, the thought of a reign together, of a life together. Perhaps it would never even come to light. But for that brief moment, the faintest glimmer of a spark lit inside her heart, and slightest flare of hope in her mind. She gave it no name, but it was there. His eyes were on hers now, and she waited. [W/C | ---] |
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