I'm ready to bleed to make amends
And sleep in this dirt we call our bed
So tell me your secrets
And join me in pieces
To fall and rewrite the bitter end
“That seems like a lot of effort. But it tastes good.” he said in response to the explanation about how his new favourite snack was prepared. He supposed the powers that the equine had here lessened the burdens of some of those kinds of tasks. He almost chuckled at the idea of how he would ever try and complete the same tasks without the powers they had. It would be a disaster! It was evident that his struggles would continue unless he managed to manifest at least a smidgen of magic. Drinking out of a tea cup like a civilized creature was likely the least of his worries. How would he ever defend himself, when others had so much power?
He closed his eyes but his ears still swiveled and listened to her speech. “Nope, I think I coughed it all out. A mountain's worth of soot.” Stretching his mouth open wide he yawned. He could feel the weight of his impending sleep on his eyelids. He was fed, warm and tended. He would sleep well tonight, for what was left of the darkness anyway. Did magical creatures here sleep in the usual fashion? His brain however was too zonked to continue the trial of thought to anything meaningful.
He did try and listen as she explained what was different in the cup of tea he had just consumed. Most of those words were not familiar to him and hazed together in his sleepiness. The tea seemed potent; he was already struggling to focus on what was being said. Perhaps he was just that exhausted. It had been many days since he had rested without pain. He hadn’t ever really felt safe sleeping. But his experiences with Caelum lead him to want to relax, to believe that all this was really in his best interests.
He had already started to fall asleep as she said he was welcome to stay. Soft snores and snorts in his sleep with occasional spasms of his legs. Life had not allowed Aeon many opportunities like this one to rest. To be cared for even at a physical level, let alone at an emotional one. His instincts assured him she could be trusted. Tonight he would sleep with his belly full, and his mind at ease that Caelum would make sure he would be safe. The only worries he would have to deal with now were the dreams that haunted him of his past, of what could have been.
Volcanic eruptions, heat, soot fire and chaos. Flashes of thundering hooves, sweat and blood. Screeching and taunting voices that were forever above him. His mother calling out above him, forever out of reach. Forever scalding. The weight of carrying useless wings. The shame of being excluded and useless. The feeling of deep hunger and fear. The darkness of being alone, forever searching for meaning and relief.
Then there she was shining light, glimmering and perfect - just an outline at first and the fuzzy sound of a kind voice in his ear. Radiating warmth and safety; her presence erupting into his vision of a Fae woman leading him to salvation.
ooc: @Caelum <3
