PSYCHEDELiC
i lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt
but i make these high heels work
Amusing, this one.
Psychedelic’s eyes glittered on her as the smile stayed twisted on his lips, filled with a sharp-edged sort of mirth. “You don’t know me,” he said. He wanted to look at his daughter and see whether the tense air between the pair of them was bothering her, but he couldn’t quite take his eyes off the dark mare in front of him. “I know I’m an asshole.” He took a small step closer to her, ears twisting back. When he drew his next breath, her scent was thick enough to make him want to snort. “I know I’ve done a lot of terrible, horrible things that’d make someone like you retch had you the capability.”
Talya took a step back. Away. Her heart was beating a little faster. She looked at Mamapapa and then at Nobody.
Psychedelic wasn’t paying attention. His eyes, filling with more and more with the truth of what he was, burned on the mare in front of him. “I’ve done every wrong thing you can probably do in this life and I’m capable of much, much more.” That smile wasn’t there anymore, and something much, much more dangerous lurked beneath the surface. The shark in murky waters, waiting for the right time to bite…
His ears pulled flat against his poll.
“STOP!” It was Talya who cried out, unable to take the low, angry tone in Mamapapa’s voice any longer. She knew what followed that tone. Her body ached with memories. Talya’s ears twisted out in opposite directions and a light; damp lather darkened her armpits. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths and she looked between them but settled on staring at Mamapapa instead. “It was all my fault Mamapapa, I was hungry, and you’d been gone for so long, I didn’t know when you’d come back. I didn’t mean to talk to Nobody! I’m sorry!” Her blubbering apologies came out fast and her breath inhaled sharp and dramatic, like she was no more than a child having a meltdown.
The rage that’d burned in his eyes seemed to fracture – pain, just brief – and then returned. He blew a breath out of his lips and turned a steady eye to his daughter. “Talya, it’s fine.”
“It is?” She blinked watery, surprised eyes at him.
Psychedelic smiled, and though Talya would believe it was sweet and genuine, it clearly was not. His eyes turned back to the mare. Rhadra.
“Sure it is, Talya. We’re just getting acquainted. That’s all. No need to cause my daughter any more unnecessary distress, now is there?”
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