[P] salt to the sea

[Toulouse]

toulouse It was surprising really, how loathe he suddenly was to leave the cliffside. He simply paced back and forth along the edge, seafoam eyes cast ever out to sea, as if by sheer determination he could bring back the ship that had abandoned him here, if only to prove that he had made it. They may have wanted him dead, but he was far too proud to let something like death inconvenience him and his plans. True, the path up the cliffside had been long and hard, and he had nearly slipped in more than one instance. But, no one else needed to know that. He would lock it away in the recesses of his brain, out of sight, out of mind. He was practiced enough to know that eventually, even he would forget such a small, insignificant detail. It would be as if it had never happened. The roaring of the waves filled his ears, and he let himself believe they were roaring because of him, because he had escaped their clutches just in time. The thought brought a smile to his face, triumph thumping in his chest—or was it only his heart? Did it make a difference? He thought not. The two went hand in hand, he was sure. He stopped his pacing and faced the sea, a statue of defiance and recklessness. Here he stood, close to the precipice, as if willing to throw himself down at any moment, without a hint of fear or trepidation in his stance. He had made it free from the beach below already—why not try again, with a more interesting twist to it..? So consumed in his thoughts was he that he almost didn’t notice how far he’d gone down the cliffside, having wandered into a new territory where he was not as alone as he’d first thought. There was a pegasus here, one who seemed to mirror his thoughts—only she had the wings to be able to stop herself from crashing amongst the sharp rocks awaiting their bodies below. But he saw her now, landing in a less-than-graceful way that made him think that she had not grown up using her wings to their full potential. She stumbled and barely caught herself, but still she managed to, and something about the way she didn’t look around, didn’t seem to care if anyone saw, impressed him. Then again, she might have just assumed she was alone, just as he had moments ago. He watches from afar as she draws herself up, standing on the cliff edge as he was, staring just as defiantly as he. Without giving himself a chance to second guess himself, and turned and made his way over to the spot she stood upon. As he walked, his expression and demeanor changed, morphing into a new persona entirely as he walked. The name of the person he’d stolen from escaped his mind—not that he cared who it was—a jovial man, with a beaming smile and sea-tangled hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed in days (and truly, it hadn’t.) He slipped on the new face like a favorite suit, comforting and form-fitting. His smile almost faltered when he saw the blindfold tied around her face, obscuring her eyes. Almost. Toulouse recovered quickly, pretending the hesitation in his step was due to a rather large rock that he carefully stepped around. “You know, I’m sure it’d make for a far more interesting sight without a piece of cloth in the way,” he called out, a good few steps away still. “Only if you enjoy the ocean though, of course.” His tone was lighthearted still, as if there was nothing unnerving at all about a blindfolded mare cliff diving out here, all alone.  the motherland don't love you, the fatherland don’t love you. so why love anything? the faithless; they don't love you the zealous hearts don’t love you. and that's not gonna change. ut deo. @virun <3 "here am I!"

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