o d i l e
someone holds me safe and warm,
horses prance through a silver storm
figures dancing gracefully across my memory
Odile was curious - no, not just curious. He was overcome with the desire to know, to learn, to hear what fairy tales she had indulged in, in real life. For a stallion who grew up thinking he would get his own happily ever after, only to be caught up in a much more significant, and less visible-happy-ending story, he hoped her tales of disbelief were less . . . . painful. But she does seem to struggle with wat to say, merely stating that she'd come to recognize strange magic. The swan smile gently, "It's okay, you don't have to tell me what you experienced. I should have realized it would have likely been personal to you." The avian-stag stated with a dipped of his beak, his black eyes shining warmly, sincerely - taking no upset at the lack of a story time.
Instead he eagerly takes on the duty of being able to help her, smiling brightly and nodding eagerly, "Then your knight in ivory feathers I shall be!" He declares, ever the one eager to mask his own self-worth issues behind a bravado of never ending cheerfulness, ignoring that cold, cruel voice in the back of his mind that wanted to creep up, to ask if he really was so galliant, so knightly. Can he really help others. For a moment that control slips, as Deryc's words come rushing back,
But he would prove otherwise. He would help, he could help miss Thomasin right now. So he shook of those negativies, locking them in a box to address at a later time (to always plan to address at a later time, ignoring the way they continued to rot away his self-confidence, his self-worth, his self-love). When she does ask what he is after the sun sets, he awkwardly chuckles, shifting his wings, "Depends if I'm on water . . . He admits, his smile turning sad, "If you promise not to tell others, though . . . I'll share . . ." He adds, if only because he feels a sense of ability to trust the lamb-like mare, with those wide, doe eyes. "If I'm on water, when the moon rises - as soon as the moonlight touches my wings, I return to my normal form . . . a stallion, although I am relatively small for one." He pauses to eye her critically, "I might be just a little taller than you - not even by a full hand." He adds.
He does chuckle when she suddenly turns bashful and he gently rubs his head against her leg again, reassuring, "It's alright, I was only joking anyway. My heart still belongs to my ex . . . I'm afraid I'm just not cut out for romance I guess." He states playfully, despite the shadows in his eyes.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Thomasin
Notes: <3 <3
