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Psyche the DarkEmpress Posts: 380

Deceased

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 8 (ages in Orangemoon) Buff: ENDURE

RayoDeSoleil

#25

02-26-2013, 10:32 PM

If she could turn back time to the first time they had loved, would she? Or had it been love then, back when they paraded around in their respective masquerades, never shifting from what others saw them as? She could not truthfully say, as she did not think that she had ever known love. When she had first come to know the FrostHeart, it had been an alliance for power, had it not? And when Valentine had claimed, once, to love her, had that not also been a lie? She, at least, did not love him, and she knew with his heated departure that he had never loved her as he so claimed. Not that she had cared. Even her daughter had not truly loved her, though that was a very different kind of love. No, Sno had disappeared, and when she chose to show her face, it was a face of disdain. A mask to hide the hurt inside. She had learned well from her parents, the shade knew now.

Perhaps, once upon a dream, when she had well and truly dropped her defenses, bared her tortured soul to the world - perhaps then she had loved, or been loved, or allowed some of the immaterial emotion to course through her veins. But when she had woken she had been even more pained than before, sent through chaos and back. She had experienced so much, then, so much that she had not even known lay dormant within her. But oh, what she had learned from it! She was not afraid anymore - no, her feelings did not scare her, did not truly strike her as a weakness. It was a revelation, and it was only a budding ideal, but it was there, as sure as the morning sun.

And now he stood before her, his soul bared, his eyes full, his heart open - and yet, she still could not say she loved him. She cared for him, yes. His presence was a soothing balm, yes. She was overwhelmingly pleased with his return, yes. But love? Maybe, maybe not. Regardless, she realized suddenly that she was comfortable exposing herself to him, comfortable with him knowing that she was not as cold and distant as others may think her to be. She preferred them to think that of her - but not him. Later she would wonder why he was so very different, what made him so very special, but at the moment, she simply stood, waited, silently watching his emotions pool in his orbs.

"I do not want you to be anyone but yourself," she finally spoke, her words simple. "I do not need answers from you. Things always change - you and I know this to be true." What was she referring to? Leadership? Feelings? Relationships? "But those that have followed all the way from the Edge - they will want answers. They will resist change. I may not need answers, but they will undoubtedly ask questions. Just... I don't want..." Again she struggled to find words. "I want..." What? What did she want? She shook her head.

"I hope you find who you want to be." The assertion came from nowhere, surprising even her; her gaze unwittingly went to his, her emotion clear in her amber orbs. A moment passed, and then another head shake. "Your place as our king remains, should you want it." Our. "Maybe not now, but in the future... it's still there."

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