| Hidden Account |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 |
| M.E. |
Something slipped.
Sin’s voice continued to falter, becoming caught within the confines of his throat. It was as though a tangle of vines had surfaced there, constricting the air in his voice and entangling themselves around his vocal chords, constricting him and his freedom of speech. He blindly wanted to continue speaking with the Gypsy Phaedra—to please her and beguile that wondrous face of hers into one of radiant satisfaction—but the dappled stallion could not speak to save his life. In fact, the Disciple could barely breathe, his throat was so tight; his eyes bulged slightly, something fluttering in his breast that tasted a whole lot like panic.
Sin barely noticed the angelic form before him loose her own focus, but it affected him nonetheless. When he was previously encroached into the fast grip of the sickly pink magic, blind to it yet totally susceptible, he now felt as though he were being pulled through a sticky mire of residue, the world around him becoming blurry and refocusing in a disorienting cloud. For several heartbreaking moments, Sin found himself in the pit of total confusion; the beauty of the night and the lighted coals of the Heart became smudges in his peripheral, while the stones on the ground sharped to eye-splitting clarity. The mare before him continued to seem attractive enough, but her body seemed to shift before his eyes, shrinking and growing and staying exactly the same all at once. His head began to pound painfully, as though he had accidentally ingested some sickly toadstool while grazing; Sin closed his eyes, clenching his teeth against the onset of the sudden migraine. The space behind his eyes began to throb; he backed up a couple of steps instinctively, his breath coming in great, shaky rasps, as though he had been doused in cold water.
What was I about to say? He floundered, desperately trying to grasp to that stable piece of information—trying to reach some form of normalcy in their encounter and return to his besotted, care-free state. For it was true that much of Sin’s being had enjoyed the influence of the intoxicating mare, had relished being enchanted by the impossible beauty she displayed. But now he knew it was an enchantment—the awareness was no longer just some weak voice in the back of his head. The realization hit him with the same force of his headache, and he realized with somber, shame-faced dignity that he could no longer turn away from the truth of it without sparing his personal integrity.
* "Oh Sinny-bear…Why the Plague sounds just marvelous doesn't it?"*
“Yes, it does,” he said through gritted teeth, unsettling venom suddenly leaking into his voice. His head was still lowered; his eyes still shut tight, his head throbbing painfully enough to induce tears to leak from between his tightly-closed lids; if he had the physiology for it, the dappled-boy might’ve vomited from the pain. The track of the conversation was lost amid the turmoil of the shifting magic, but even now Sin had to agree with what Phaedra had said: he had never before felt so much sympathy for the racist organization that settled itself in the Basin.
The humiliation of his situation tangled with the pain, and he suddenly hated his Gypsy Angel.
Sin peeked through his leaking eyelids, intending to spite the angel and run for the cover of his homeland. However, the curtain of magic persisted and began to mist about the Pegasus mare more than ever, and Sin was again susceptible to its charm. He was aware of it now though, and so while his eyes itched with the intoxication, his hurting brain was able to look past it, to see the arguably attractive fae with her ugly wings and dull, sand-colored hide. His vision was doubled—an immaculate cherub glittered in one eye, while a charlatan danced in his other.
Sin snorted, throwing his head and shaking the tears from his swimming eyes. He took several more steps backward, confused movements, wanting to get closer to his Gypsy Angel and peel away from the enchantress Phaedra all in one movement.
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