Re: The Sound of Silence
Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 12:19 pm
There can be a sweetness to some pains, Sign observed quietly, and Flint tilted an ear in her direction. She'd been hurt for a while, yet he was fairly certain now that what had hurt the most was everyone expecting her to find some sort of inner strength. Just because they had the ability to harden themselves didn't mean she did.
Caustic did more than tilt an ear though; he looked right through Siren to give Sign a once-over, checking for any residual hurt that may have been brought back. She seemed alright though; there was no tension to her, just a sort of quiet memory in her eyes. Once he'd checked on her he slid his gaze over Gem, taking in the way she carried herself, where she let her eyes drift, and the tilt of her body. That was a mare that was hurting; but it was an old hurt, nearly numb. Every step seemed to take effort.
It can also be good to leave the past behind, Flint noted.
For some, Caustic corrected, For others it's part of them; it created who they are.
Which are you? I haven't heard much of your past.
My past is irrelevant. It didn't create me; I merely am as I've always existed.
But with deeper bonds, Sign added, and at his glance she grinned a bit and sang, her wave-whisper voice lightening into a clear ringing alto that, for the life of him, sounded like the voice of the sea.
Dreams have shown me who I am; a danger to myself
Trickster, feared, far from revered, so I must fear as well
Words and laughter wearing thin, breaking this disguise
Where do spirits fear to tread; how can I think to hide?
Somewhere all my darkest dreams are gathering
It's not enough to save the day; I can't escape my nightmares.
Caustic merely snorted, though there was a particular softness around his expression and a sheen to his eyes; he wouldn't admit it, but she'd struck home.
She'd heard, Flint told Gem and Siren, explaining for their benefit, There are nights where our Bonded will sit with us and simply... Well, it's different for everyone. She sings to him, sometimes. Her darkest songs, of loss and rage and pain and death.
An old sadness that created her, Sign whispered, and Flint nodded silently.
Caustic did more than tilt an ear though; he looked right through Siren to give Sign a once-over, checking for any residual hurt that may have been brought back. She seemed alright though; there was no tension to her, just a sort of quiet memory in her eyes. Once he'd checked on her he slid his gaze over Gem, taking in the way she carried herself, where she let her eyes drift, and the tilt of her body. That was a mare that was hurting; but it was an old hurt, nearly numb. Every step seemed to take effort.
It can also be good to leave the past behind, Flint noted.
For some, Caustic corrected, For others it's part of them; it created who they are.
Which are you? I haven't heard much of your past.
My past is irrelevant. It didn't create me; I merely am as I've always existed.
But with deeper bonds, Sign added, and at his glance she grinned a bit and sang, her wave-whisper voice lightening into a clear ringing alto that, for the life of him, sounded like the voice of the sea.
Dreams have shown me who I am; a danger to myself
Trickster, feared, far from revered, so I must fear as well
Words and laughter wearing thin, breaking this disguise
Where do spirits fear to tread; how can I think to hide?
Somewhere all my darkest dreams are gathering
It's not enough to save the day; I can't escape my nightmares.
Caustic merely snorted, though there was a particular softness around his expression and a sheen to his eyes; he wouldn't admit it, but she'd struck home.
She'd heard, Flint told Gem and Siren, explaining for their benefit, There are nights where our Bonded will sit with us and simply... Well, it's different for everyone. She sings to him, sometimes. Her darkest songs, of loss and rage and pain and death.
An old sadness that created her, Sign whispered, and Flint nodded silently.