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The longer Aion spent in this strange new land, the more rumors he heard flung left and right, scratching their way into unwelcome ears. He’d wanted to ignore them all, to stuff his ears with cotton, turning tail and leaving them to their own devices. Company was not his strong suit, particularly with his mood as of late, as darkened and forbidding as the black splashed across his hide and the narrowed angle of his brows. He was tired of pretending he enjoyed listening to people talk about topics he couldn’t care less for.

But one thought alone had prevented him from balling up his ears, had kept him lingering closer to every pair or group he saw talking, weaseling his way into as many conversations, gossip and chit chat as he could.

Eros was still a thought, lingering there in the back of his mind, the same constant reminder driving him in circles around the continent. He wouldn’t let his thoughts form into words, his legs moved on instinct now, carrying him to the next face, the next conversation, the next hint. It no longer mattered who he talked to, only that he kept talking always, the river’s roar a backdrop to his thoughts, white noise wiping the slate clean so that all he had left was his purpose. And currently, that purpose was the spotted, tattered-looking equine he now found himself facing.

“Excuse me,” he called, lifting his voice above the river’s cacophony. The tone felt foreign now on his ears, but the syllables rolled off of his tongue so simply, a reminder that he used to do such things for a living. It was always easier with strangers, even if he no longer recognized that side of himself. He put in just enough confusion, a hint of desperation bleeding through to play the lost traveler role—though there was more truth to this persona than he would freely admit to himself. “Are you from around here?”

He drew closer, taking a modest glance over the serpentine man. His mottled look reflected Aion’s own mental state: a clash of emotions, black against white, slippery and deceitful. It was unnerving, in a way, to feel as though he were looking at a physical representation of how he felt—but of course, this strange looking stallion didn’t need to know such subtleties.



OOC: PHEW this is late I am so sorry!! kind of forgot how to write for a while there, i hope you still want to continue this as well ;u;
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Hallelujah . - by Lothaire - 08-22-2017, 07:54 AM
RE: Hallelujah . - by Aion - 09-26-2017, 01:43 PM
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