Making love to a m e m o r y

Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on January 16, 2018 at 07:00:32 PM by Macabre

"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."

Macabre stood stiffly, attempting to hide thinly veiled feelings of embarrassment. She felt foolish for having dreamed up such a farfetched fantasy of what this family reunion was supposed to look like. She was old enough, and had led a difficult enough life to know that her thoughts were merely that, fairy tales she'd crafted in her mind. She was not a child anymore. She wasn't young or naive enough to think that a stallion could solve all her problems. She'd learned a long time ago, perhaps after Dexter or Dogun or hell, even Vodnik, that it was up to her to find her own happiness. When the thin flaxen mare looked down at the filly that stood so fiercely in front of her, the bay girl's rump pressed up against her mother's chest in a defensive stance, Macabre knew that Wasp was her happiness. Without Diamant, there would be no Wasp. He didn't need to love Macabre or want them to join him for her to appreciate the gift he'd given her. And Macabre would swallow up those lingering youthful dreams and hopes, and just be thankful for what was in front of her, here and now, she told herself.

She bobbed her head in quiet understanding as Diamant continued to fumble over his words. "It's okay. There was... no easy way to breach this subject." She said with a nervous smile across her whiskered lips. "It wasn't my intention to ambush you." The small mare nudged her daughter out of the way before taking a few steps closer to the large stallion. There she arched her neck and bumped him reassuringly against the shoulder in an effort to move past what Macabre hoped would be the most awkward part of their conversation. Wasp scuddled out of the way, but not without pinned ears and a skeptical glare aimed at the stallion.

As Diamant divulged his current captive situation, Macabre was silently relieved. It was much easier for her to focus on fixing others' problems, like Rowena's loneliness or whatever diplomatic issue rose among the Peak's ranks, than focus on her own. She nodded as she listened to him explain his situation. "Do you want to leave?" She asks, flicking her blonde tail once over her haunches. "Do you... want me to tell your family? I'm sure Argento and Jetta would want to help, if you need it." Macabre quickly weighed whether she should tell Jetta about this, even if Diamant asked her not to. It seemed pressing, and if her own kin was being held somewhere against their will, she'd wish for her friends and family to tell her about it.

"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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