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He thinks of Her, of that scarlet, winged beauty. How she danced just out of reach, how the knuckles of her wings beat against him and how his teeth scraped against her, how she laughed, how she succeeded, grew, and in the end, could only shake her head. He wasn’t enough, and never would be. Not for her.
He hasn’t thought of her in a long time. She doesn’t dog his thoughts, or sit at the edges, or beat against his skull with her wings every time he sees a pegasus. His hate for them has slowed from a boil to a simmer, if only because this world doesn’t seem to care about the same things he does. It’d be a miracle, if he could care about the new things, and not what he carried on his back through the mist.
She’s even prettier up close, this girl. Beautiful, even, all gold and ivory and sky blue. ”Well hello to you too, Moonbeam.” Toro likes her smile; he likes how everything about her says joy and means it. He smiles back, and Hajduk flops to the ground, sides still heaving.
”Name’s Toro. This is Hajduk. Elena is a beautiful name,” he says, a flirtatious smirk pulling on his lip. ”Can’t say I see too many girls as golden as you.” He’d be strutting like a peacock, were he going anywhere. Hajduk can only sigh and lay his head down.
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