That power is yet unknown
That power is yet unknown
Aqua eyes are almost vacant and yet still bright, because all I really want to do is cry. Yet, crying in company is a weak thing to do, and I already must seem weak and pathetic and making that worse just...wouldn't sit right. Our gazes met and became a gaze of aqua and silver, and in the moments the gaze holds I can seem to sense no harm and yet I really can't seem to break down. I am shattered into fragments too small to be pieced back together, too small to even pick up and inspect in all reality. Bright aqua eyes look away momentarily, and yet it isn't long before they gaze into his once more. I am somehow pulled and seemingly mesmerized by ...something, it's not an imprinting to be sure but....something. What is it that calls to me?
My words may have been vague, but every word was true, it may not be the exact problem in my mind, but that'd hurt too much to voice. I feel like I'm fading out of this world, like everything blurs as every second passes, I can hear my mother's sweet voice calling to me, and if I try hard enough I can almost see her standing beside me. It was like...I was seeing a ghost that only I can see. I can see the strange wolf smile in sympathized sadness, black lined muzzle lowering slightly as my gaze lifts to meet his again, almost as if I hadn't expected any sympathy, maybe because the angels seem to be equal parts liked and despized in Moladion. And guess what? I am an angel of Diveen. He begins to speak again and I listen, raven black tipped ears pricked in attentiveness, and the things he says are wise. I am not sure I was expecting them to be, and I am not sure what to think, so my gaze lowers slightly, trying not to focus back on memories of the dead.
I continue to listen as more words emerge, ears focusing on every sound and syllable uttered, thinking over what this is he tells me, and if I believe the logic of it. It does make sense, perfectly sound logic one might say, and yet it isn't seeming to get through to my fragmented self. “And if you're already broken? And nothing can fix it?” My tones are vaguely accusitory, even as I watch his pebble demonstration. Black masked eyes gaze at him unusually intensely, the cloudedness in them having vanished. Almost as if I'm trying to blame him, and yet that's not my intention at all.
I drop my gaze back to my paws a few heartbeats later, almost as if shamed by my own behaviour. It is very unlike me to act as such, I cannot begin to fathom why it is I act this way, maybe I should vanish and never return. Maybe I should return to my saviour, she would know what to do, maybe, well more than I would, one black tipped ear swiveling sideways. Almost as iuf I had heard something off in the distance, my mind clouded now with even more thoughts.
Dragged by the power of dreams
Dragged by the power of dreams
the mirage priestess of diveen
That power is yet unknown
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