Re: Torn Hearts and Sewing Lessons {PathXPixie}
Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 10:35 pm
It would seem sudden, to most, the way she had flitted about since she had gotten him back again. But it wasn't, not honestly, although if there was anything she could be called rash in it was matters of the heart.
It had taken days to build up the preparation to either lose him entirely or lose herself to him, whatever he decreed. She had expected one or the other; it was only fitting, for a maiden to hold such a place. It was how her mind worked. He would either leave her entirely, or else declare her a fool and so command her to stop being so melodramatic.
Yet neither had happened. She was still processing that, expecting him to go upon his next adventure at any time, to leave her behind to mind the homes and see to their boy; if their boy did not leave with him, this time. The mares would stay where it was safe and see that the logs which fell in the rains did not trouble their food, or otherwise tend to cleaning the streams and maintaining the home.
He claimed to wish to stay, and to remain directly by her side until she bid otherwise; yet while she took him at his word, her heart was slower to risk dashed hopes. The more she trusted in his vow to stay now that he had returned the more it would hurt if he left her behind again.
Thus is was that the moment was sweet; yet she could not fully submerge herself within it, for she was wondering how long this joy would last. Better for her not to be taken aback when it was cut short.
Better to enjoy it and still be ready for the end.
His answer simply told her that he didn't know when it might come to such a close. So there was nothing to do but to be ready for his departure at any moment; she would wait until she had been properly abandoned again to allow the hurt to settle in, if the chance came that she were granted a farewell.
This weakness of mine, this trouble with water, it doth bother me to no end. I hath kept our boy away from any such water all the while he grew, for should any such trouble have found him as it once did me I hold not the certainty that I would be of use to aid him. At the least, not without panicking and worsening the situation. He hath no such need of protection now and yet... It eats at me, my love. Please, I beg of you, might we stay until such a demon as thus hath been banished from my mind?
At least to the point that Sparkle had managed. He was still uncomfortable with sheer black, yet he could now sleep through the nights.
Path was strong, and she was used to being strong. This crippling disability, it tormented her. Blasted dolphins! A curse to them, the wretched beasts, to have ever thought such a dangerous maneuver could be done in play.
She did not want to drown.
As much as it hurt to live she did not want to die.
I... Know not what to do, she whispered, looking at him for guidance and making it perfectly clear she couldn't leave this place and still retain her pride while she had yet to master this malady, To handle discomfort is nothing new, but to cease being so afraid as to become frozen; how does one accomplish this? Hath thee any great terror? I know not... Nor many other things of you, yet thou art my sweetest love. So little is beyond me, still.
Perhaps it would be best to give in to this urge of curling in a corner somewhere.
Coupled with her wounds from being so long without her sweetheart, baring this fear of hers left Path feeling weaker than she ever had.
Was she truly as strong as she had always believed? Although a dancer at heart, for the moment she felt only the need to crumble.
A mare of the sun was having difficulty finding the light within her own life.
It had taken days to build up the preparation to either lose him entirely or lose herself to him, whatever he decreed. She had expected one or the other; it was only fitting, for a maiden to hold such a place. It was how her mind worked. He would either leave her entirely, or else declare her a fool and so command her to stop being so melodramatic.
Yet neither had happened. She was still processing that, expecting him to go upon his next adventure at any time, to leave her behind to mind the homes and see to their boy; if their boy did not leave with him, this time. The mares would stay where it was safe and see that the logs which fell in the rains did not trouble their food, or otherwise tend to cleaning the streams and maintaining the home.
He claimed to wish to stay, and to remain directly by her side until she bid otherwise; yet while she took him at his word, her heart was slower to risk dashed hopes. The more she trusted in his vow to stay now that he had returned the more it would hurt if he left her behind again.
Thus is was that the moment was sweet; yet she could not fully submerge herself within it, for she was wondering how long this joy would last. Better for her not to be taken aback when it was cut short.
Better to enjoy it and still be ready for the end.
His answer simply told her that he didn't know when it might come to such a close. So there was nothing to do but to be ready for his departure at any moment; she would wait until she had been properly abandoned again to allow the hurt to settle in, if the chance came that she were granted a farewell.
This weakness of mine, this trouble with water, it doth bother me to no end. I hath kept our boy away from any such water all the while he grew, for should any such trouble have found him as it once did me I hold not the certainty that I would be of use to aid him. At the least, not without panicking and worsening the situation. He hath no such need of protection now and yet... It eats at me, my love. Please, I beg of you, might we stay until such a demon as thus hath been banished from my mind?
At least to the point that Sparkle had managed. He was still uncomfortable with sheer black, yet he could now sleep through the nights.
Path was strong, and she was used to being strong. This crippling disability, it tormented her. Blasted dolphins! A curse to them, the wretched beasts, to have ever thought such a dangerous maneuver could be done in play.
She did not want to drown.
As much as it hurt to live she did not want to die.
I... Know not what to do, she whispered, looking at him for guidance and making it perfectly clear she couldn't leave this place and still retain her pride while she had yet to master this malady, To handle discomfort is nothing new, but to cease being so afraid as to become frozen; how does one accomplish this? Hath thee any great terror? I know not... Nor many other things of you, yet thou art my sweetest love. So little is beyond me, still.
Perhaps it would be best to give in to this urge of curling in a corner somewhere.
Coupled with her wounds from being so long without her sweetheart, baring this fear of hers left Path feeling weaker than she ever had.
Was she truly as strong as she had always believed? Although a dancer at heart, for the moment she felt only the need to crumble.
A mare of the sun was having difficulty finding the light within her own life.