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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on November 30, 2017 at 03:45:58 PM by Macabre & Wasp




"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
learning from what sad cause he pours his tears?
Love hears his ladies crying their distress,
showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes
because villainous Death has worked its cruel
destructive art upon a gentle heart,
and laid waste all that earth can find to praise
in a gracious lady, save her chastity."

The filly stared back at her father with an unsure look upon her face. It soured as he talked more, and even though the young girl hardly understood the context in which he was speaking to her mother, Wasp made up her mind quite quickly that she didn't like it. Wasp was a child and clearly lacked tact. And unlike her mother, she had no fear, therefore she saw no reason not to express clearly her displeasure and insecurity about this entire interaction. But the filly felt something new and strange for the very first time. Even though instinct told her Diamant posed no immediate threat or danger to her or her mother, Wasp felt the need to protect Macabre. It was an odd but comforting sensation for the filly. Macabre was all she knew and had in the world, well, aside from Aunt Rowena, whom they left back in the Inlet to come find him. Wasp could feel that something about this whole ordeal wasn't going according to plan.

Macabre studied the large, dark stallion quietly but with intense interest as he learned of his new daughter. She was deflated somewhat, by his alarmed expression and even more perturbed by the words that came from his lips next. She stood stiffly in the aftermath of it, stunned by his accusation that there could be someone else. She flicked her ears back against her poll momentarily as she let the weight of his words sink in, but chose not to acknowledge them further with a verbal response.

"I think we should go mom. Aunt Rowena is waiting for us." Wasp said hastily, lipping at her mother's shoulder to get her attention. Even a foal could see that Macabre was hurt by Diamant's words. When the stallion lowered his head to her, she took several steps backward from him.

Macabre said nothing for a long time, but looked to her daughter and smiled weakly, warm tears welling in the bottom of her eyelids. She tried to blink back the moisture before Diamant noticed.

"We don't need anything from you." Macabre replied stiffly with the flick of her blonde tail. "I just thought... you'd want to know your daughter." Her voice trailing off. Macabre snorted once in an effort regain her composure. Her dark, marbled eyes returned to meet Diamant's after having a quick look around at the terrain. "So you're settled here then, in the Bay? Is your intention to stay here for some time? The last Jetta and I heard, you were living in the Lagoon."




"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
I saw him weeping there in human form,
observing the stilled image of her grace;
and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven,
where that sweet soul already had its home,
which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh."

Macabre | 12 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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