Silver Cove
Here damp, grassy hills surround a small pool of water; the lush verdure paves the ground until a short cliff gives way to a ring of small, smooth stones that have been pounded by waves until they became the glassy obsidian pebbles they now are. Beyond the stones, a narrow stretch of sand glides into the water- it is here, in the rippling surf, that the land earns its name. In the dark of night, the moon flashes over the shivering grass and rests in the cove: by some chance or fate, the cove is shaped so that the gossamer rays of moonlight are retained, somehow, in the sea and until dawn breaks the cove is alive with silver luminescence.
Too Late, You’ve Already Got Me, And Now You’re Stuck (Gee and Love)
IP: 90.200.70.108
Posted on November 19, 2007 at 05:16:47 PM by HAVOK
Life’s battles don’t always go to the faster or stronger man, but sooner or later the man who wins is the one who thinks he can!
She had never before felt this feeling, of tears running down her face as she stood there, expecting something like a bolt of lightning to come and strike her down, or to be crept up on from downwind by a foe she’d all but forgotten. One blow and it was all over. Her cool exterior, her well formed shell, shattered like a pane of glass smashing against the cold, hard concrete. Her reputation, all but dissipated and gone, with the caring of another being. What had happened to the mare of the old days? The solid, never wavering for a fraction of a second kind of mare that we all know and love? She’d gone soft. All over one little colt and his older half brother, who she’d sworn to protect with her very life. Sucks doesn’t it? To realize that everything you’ve worked for in life has been destroyed. Nay, but she’d never breathe a word about her loss. She’d simply gather up the fragments of her former self and carry on, like the wounded soldier she had always been. Selfless and protective of utter strangers. It took damn guts to just do what she did day in and day out, but no way was she anything special to anyone, not a drop of self worth in her own mind either.
She had noticed his fleeting smile that vanished as quickly as she had left, and she shook her head softly. Why did he even care? Poor little Gerrard, he didn’t know just what kind of trouble he was getting himself into with her. His words had stung her before, and now they just wanted to make her cry all over again, but no way was she letting that happen. She thought of Love and how kindly she had been despite Havok’s hard actions towards her. Just the whole circumstance was making her weak at the knees, but she’d not fall. Not to anyone or anything. She’d lost a friend to the pull of the opposite sex, one perhaps she would have died for, and had her rib broken for trying to follow her friend with his new mate. She’d learned all too harshly the laws of the game. Once they’re in love, leave. Leave for the sake of your sanity. She still had Angier besides, but what was it about this colt that instilled in her such compassion and a need to let nothing harm him, even on the pain of her own life being forfeit? She would die for him, she knew it, and Angier too. She didn’t fear death, or pain, or torture, but she feared rejection and scolding from this colt. It didn’t make any sense at all.
She could hear someone approaching from behind, and breathed in to clear her nose. It’d been running a little as she’d cried, and her orbs still shone with the residues of her tears. She heard a soft voice that she recognized, and turned her head slowly, noting that it was too easy to tell that she’d been crying for her to even bother trying to hide the fact. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, not harshly, or as kind as when she’d first met him. It was a hollow, numb sort of look that you observe the world with when you realize your grandma has just died, and glistening with tears. A little smile curved the sides of her mouth as she noticed how baby-faced he looked. It was that adorable foal look that her cousin Konfession had, despite that she had never seen him before.
I’m so, so sorry Gerrard... I don’t know what came over me. I just…I guess I’m…possessive and a little over-protective. Call me a drama queen, I deserve it.
She paused in her self-condemning and turned to face him slowly, noticing his cautious stance. She shook her head slightly. She’d told him, long ago it seemed, that she’d never hurt him.
Can I tell you something? For your own ears only? As\pathetic as it sounds coming from someone like me, but you are a little hero. You’re like a breath of fresh air and a goddamn ray of hope in the dark. My life has been one regret after another, but I never regret meeting you.
She felt very foolish and turned her head away a little and rolled her eyes at her pathetic attempt at speaking her feelings. It just didn’t work for her, ever, did it? Nah. But then again when will it ever?
I don’t know if you know of compassion and admiration, but I feel both of those crappy emotion when I’m around you. The world isn’t such a dark place, and you’re just...there. Whenever I need to talk. Thank you. I’ve been down this road before, cared about someone and they let me down. If there was a prize for rotten judgment, I’d have one that a thousand times. And my head keeps screaming at me to get a grip unless I’m dying to cry my eyes out. I thought my heart had learned it’s lesson about wanting to get attached to others and call them your friends, cos they can hurt you the most, but obviously…
She trailed off quietly, feeling very much the fool. She was learning the ropes of life, and quite blatantly didn’t have the hang of it at all. She needed a fresh beginning, where she could go back in time and tell that one special one that she loved him, even though it would never have worked out. Just so he knew how she felt before she left, but no. She’d been a coward and ran away. She had finally told a friend how she felt about them, and even though it wasn’t love like it had been all that time ago before she even found this place, the tiny light that remained in her heart could teach her to love again. She was almost certain of it.
HAVOK
Akhal-Teke
Mare
Aged 2 years
Stained Ivory with Ebony tiger-stripes for her Good Deeds and Sins
Protector of Gerrard
Mother of None
Niece of Bullets for Lovers
Cousin of Konfession
Friend of Angier and Gerrard
Enemy of Too Many To Be Safe
Lover of No-one Just Yet
|
Replies:
Post a reply:
|