And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand It was… A lot If he were being honest, anyway, and Apollo always tried to be honest. Dancing, standing, swaying bodies were everywhere. Lights glittered overhead. Voices called out in joyful laughter and melodious songs, creating a cacophony of white noise in his ears. It was overwhelming, overstimulating, and anxiety began to crawl into his gut. Scents cloyed his nose, from the musk of strangers to the savory smell of spiced treats and beverages, stealing away the familiar scent of his dark lady and the soothing atmosphere she brought him, leaving him floundering for purchase amidst a thick crowd, darting between thrashing bodies and hoping that he wouldn’t catch the tip of his horn on any unfortunate bystander as he desperately tried to find Ktulu. “Ktu!” His voice was strained, high pitched and anxious, but there was no reply. Upon receiving the invitation to attend the Harvest Festival hosted by the Dawn Court, Apollo had practically begged Ktulu to go with him. He had eagerly wanted to partake in the festivities all while seeing what Delumine had to offer. After all, he had yet to leave the growing familiarity of Denocte, preferring to familiarize himself with the Night Court before daring to venture too far from the Keep. It was still daunting, this new world of Novus, but he was slowly acclimating to it, even if his heart still yearned for the familiarity of Helovia, the empty echo of Zola like a painful plague in his mind that simply would not heal. Another inhale, sharp and sudden, as he called out for the Constrictor once more. “Ktulu!” Despite his best hope, there was still no reply. The stallion attempted to look over the crowd, honey-brown eyes wide, before catching sight of his dark mistress. It was only a glimpse before she was gone, shrouded by the sashaying crowd, but it at least gave him a direction to follow. Pushing through the crowds, murmuring soft apologies whenever unintentionally jostling any of the festival goers, Apollo finally broke free of the thick of the crowds. His eyes skirted the area, searching, hoping that Ktulu hadn’t gone far, when he found himself growing still. Confusion and concern alighted within his breast, brows furrowing in uncertainty as he regarded the curious scene presented in front of him. Familiar with the Constrictor and her ways, he knew that she was not one to give affection easily. It had taken Apollo years to earn such easy and familiar touches, but here Ktulu was, embracing a youth of whom he did not recognize. She was small, clearly young, colored a soft grey with dapples. Apollo took note of her black horns and the wings upon her back, counting four of them. Curiously, he scented the air, but not even could the girl’s scent spark any memory in his mind that they had met. A friend of Ktulu’s then? But one so young? Taking a step closer, curious but cautious, uncertain where he stood during such a tender reunion, Apollo gently cleared his throat before speaking. “Ktu?” He beckoned, his voice soft and soothing. “… Is everything alright?” Was the girl lost? Injured? The Merciful didn’t know, but he did know that no matter what, he was willing to help. When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am |
@Akeli @Ktulu - Sorry this is so blah ;-; And late. >_>
