[AW] Tessellate

[Kauri]

burn through my love, i've had quite enough Kauri held a look of disbelief, shaking his head at the young equine. Olden soul and aching bones, the returning disarray of his mind was the frosting upon the cake. He could only imagine that with the absence of the celestial touch body once had, in which subtly fixed at his crumbling essence, would this be the start of an uphill battle. Perhaps he didn't care for the corruption seemingly devouring his core, but a fool he would be for not preserving what he had now. Just that small speck of hope for someone he loved to rescue him one day, but with the way things have been rolling through the decades he has encountered, such a longing was ludicrous. Staggering onto his legs, he stood and watched the water run off his body once more. Honestly, he was waiting for a pool of black to return beneath him, but all to be seen was the faintness of his shadow. He looked on to the filly, a weird expression forming as he heard her apologize. What was he thinking or, more so, willing to do at that time? Although he wouldn’t admit it, she certainly saved him from making any fatal decision. What he thought was real, would have became just that through his own subconscious actions. A body lifeless within the creek along death spreading about the area. This place would be thankful that its charm can remain another night. Now composed by his gloom, he moved close to his company. The chain of his earring clinked as one ear drew back at her concern. Guilt came flooding in, the stallion wishing not to have incite worry from the filly. To worry over him can only bring exhaustion. Don’t, don’t. He’d bring his muzzle close to hers, accepting her little gesture. “That’s a question long overdue, but don’t you worry,” he murmured with a snort. Withdrawing his nose, violets were curious as they aligned with dark browns. “Why is a young one like you alone at this hour? Sneaking about, waiting on your love?” he asked with a tilt of his head. Deeply was he jealous, the dame having a lot of room to grow from her youth. If he could return to such days, mayhaps he could turn back the pages and save himself and the ones he dragged with him. "Speaks" | Thinks @Hydra html is a finicky little bugger that’s for sure, haha

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