Dance like no one is watching
There was a hole in her heart, a pain that the fae wanted to escape. She had done it all. She was not where she should have been. She left her court to fall into ruin. All of those thoughts echoed through the chasm that now lingered where her heart had been. Lifting her head, cold eyes gazed at the beings around her. There was something that spoke of the unseelie princess within her. Her mane was bound up in a fierce updo, all of the color she usually flaunted hidden within the ebony swirl. Her tail was bound, once again hiding the colors. A black mare, her happiness hidden far under the chasm.
Even her legs were wrapped in black cloth, matching the cloak that she was wearing to obscure her wings. As if the impish being was now a wrath in the darkness. Fitting for where she was emotionally. The only bits that were visible and not liquid night were on her face, though the features that sported the white and green were frozen in aloof indifference.
This was the mare that stalked through the night markets. The mare that was seeking nothing but cool drink and the oblivion that came from too much of said poison. She was in pain, her heart feeling like it had been ripped from her chest. Alcohol seemed to dull the pain, help her through the days. She had not seen her cousin since their conversation. She didn’t want to. The guilt that she felt had dulled her acidic eyes, broken the impish spirit. Only her own vanity kept her coat and locks looking their best.
Finally finding a place that would serve her, Syn found a darkened corner to watch the beings as they went though their happy lives. There was pain in watching, though it was easier to watch than to try to take part. Sighing softly, she ordered a strong drink and let her worries fade under the buzz that washed through her.
"Speaking."
Notes: This is after her conversation with Caelum about what happened at home.
