Caelum
I'm pulling at my clothes
I'm tryna keep my cool
I know it shows
There is a sort of pain that comes from healing.
It's softer and easier to be overlooked. It can go days without cropping up, a forgotten emotion, a forgotten memory, a forgotten past. You start to pretend you're doing better. You smile easier, you laugh and joke with others. You go day by day, living in this fantasy world of being unstoppable, untouchable - that you're okay. And then something hits you out of the blue. You hear someone laugh with the same rhythm he would use. Or someone says one of his favorite lines. Or . . . his sister emerges as a spirit from your necklace . . . .
Tiana was a shock to her core.
The fae didn't know how to feel, as the ball of red energy - the same red glow that used to shimmer from her necklace, seemed to hover in front of her, filled with that same warmth, care, and love she would get from the necklace. But now, that necklace was void, and it was the spirit, the soul of Tiana in front of her. And all she could do was wish it was him. His voice in her head; reassuring her it would be alright. That the warmth was his warmth to shroud her from the darkness, the coldness creeping through her veins like ice. The sun was no longer warm on her pelt, the summer day no longer filled her with comfort.
It was like that pain suddenly rose up, and she realized . . .
. . . she was only pretending to be healed. She was still healing from his loss. There's a cadence behind her, the rhythm of hooves on sand, and the mare stiffens, feels herself immediately shutting down, hiding the raw pain, hiding the distress. She was fine. Having Tiana around was fine, no one needed to see her as a mess. Put her best face forward. Make herself presentable. Look your best, to be your best, so no one sees you cry. Instead, she turns towards the approaching figure, the cascade of ivory locks floating around her delicate face, as the limber fae looks upon the one approaching.
Caelum slowly stands, dusting the sand off with a ripple down her pelt.
"There is hardly any sort of need to apologize, you have not intruded in the slightest." The stately mare assured, words soft spoken, but strong in nature; even as her gaze remained delicate, her smile kind as it hid the pain deep down in her chest, untouchable, unnoticeable. Because that's what she did best. Bury it behind happy smiles and warm eyes so no one knew her turmoil. "I am . . . alright, I believe? I was not expecting my enchanted necklace to turn into a bonded companion is all. I do apologize if I alarmed you with my surprise; as I am sure you can imagine; this was not how I expected my morning fly to go." The mare laughs easily - as if the fact it was Tiana's soul, and not Tremaine's soul wasn't bothering her and making her feel guilty for not being eager to accept Tiana's more permanent company. "Oh, where are my manners; I appear to have dropped them in my surprise. My name is Caelum. Caelum Knoxx, a medic and tea shop owner in Denocte." She adds as introduction - a normal interaction, for a normal day.
Once more hiding her pain and pretending that was healing.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Tiana's Telepathy
@Eirien
Notes:
It's softer and easier to be overlooked. It can go days without cropping up, a forgotten emotion, a forgotten memory, a forgotten past. You start to pretend you're doing better. You smile easier, you laugh and joke with others. You go day by day, living in this fantasy world of being unstoppable, untouchable - that you're okay. And then something hits you out of the blue. You hear someone laugh with the same rhythm he would use. Or someone says one of his favorite lines. Or . . . his sister emerges as a spirit from your necklace . . . .
Tiana was a shock to her core.
The fae didn't know how to feel, as the ball of red energy - the same red glow that used to shimmer from her necklace, seemed to hover in front of her, filled with that same warmth, care, and love she would get from the necklace. But now, that necklace was void, and it was the spirit, the soul of Tiana in front of her. And all she could do was wish it was him. His voice in her head; reassuring her it would be alright. That the warmth was his warmth to shroud her from the darkness, the coldness creeping through her veins like ice. The sun was no longer warm on her pelt, the summer day no longer filled her with comfort.
It was like that pain suddenly rose up, and she realized . . .
. . . she was only pretending to be healed. She was still healing from his loss. There's a cadence behind her, the rhythm of hooves on sand, and the mare stiffens, feels herself immediately shutting down, hiding the raw pain, hiding the distress. She was fine. Having Tiana around was fine, no one needed to see her as a mess. Put her best face forward. Make herself presentable. Look your best, to be your best, so no one sees you cry. Instead, she turns towards the approaching figure, the cascade of ivory locks floating around her delicate face, as the limber fae looks upon the one approaching.
Caelum slowly stands, dusting the sand off with a ripple down her pelt.
"There is hardly any sort of need to apologize, you have not intruded in the slightest." The stately mare assured, words soft spoken, but strong in nature; even as her gaze remained delicate, her smile kind as it hid the pain deep down in her chest, untouchable, unnoticeable. Because that's what she did best. Bury it behind happy smiles and warm eyes so no one knew her turmoil. "I am . . . alright, I believe? I was not expecting my enchanted necklace to turn into a bonded companion is all. I do apologize if I alarmed you with my surprise; as I am sure you can imagine; this was not how I expected my morning fly to go." The mare laughs easily - as if the fact it was Tiana's soul, and not Tremaine's soul wasn't bothering her and making her feel guilty for not being eager to accept Tiana's more permanent company. "Oh, where are my manners; I appear to have dropped them in my surprise. My name is Caelum. Caelum Knoxx, a medic and tea shop owner in Denocte." She adds as introduction - a normal interaction, for a normal day.
Once more hiding her pain and pretending that was healing.
"Speech"
Thoughts
Tiana's Telepathy
@Eirien
Notes:
My cheeks are turning red
I'm searching for the words inside my head
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