Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 2:35 pm
He nodded slightly, the light in his eyes dimming as she spoke of her own past pains. It was hard to imagine that this wonderful mare could ever be a loner, could ever be anything other than the sweet, gentle being she was now.
But for many it would be hard to imagine him as broken, as even haunted by what had come to pass for him. Tossing his main, he pulled his head up as her movements sent little splashes his way, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. She was sweet to go easy on him like that; he'd expected a real tidal wave once she told him of how she'd been hurt.
Sighing, he nuzzled her cheek and hung his head wearily. These pains were so old he wasn't sure they'd ever leave. For the first time though he felt them easing, felt his heart beginning to relax the tiniest bit.
"It's looking out at those shadows and not knowing that makes me remember. I was in a pen, a stall, and had to look out as so many faces passing me by, passing over me. I didn't know what was going to happen, was beginning to forget what had already happened. I felt... Broken. As if my bonded had been a part of me and then simply torn that part away when she abandoned me. And I had to look out at all those faces and wonder what was going to happen to me."
Sparkle shook his head here, trying to hide a small tear that had managed to escape him. Looking in the shadows, in that darkness and not knowing what could be there, it was so much like looking out of that stall. To look outside and wonder.
"What I worry about," He whispered, "is that if it happened before - Amber, what if it happens again? What if I'm rejected again, passed over by every eye and left to huddle in the back? I'm so afraid of remembering, because it tells me that it Can happen, that I can lose everything. That I could lose you."
With that said, a sound that was more scream than whinny tore free of his throat and he flopped sideways, sending ripples that rocked most of the lake. This game was normally so lighthearted, yet here he was with his dark secrets. Forget small things like "I never eat my alfalfa" that make your playmate laugh as they're soaked.
Yet perhaps it wasn't too late to do just that. Once he'd cleansed himself of this darkness, perhaps he could finally enjoy every second the way it should be. He would finally be himself, and only himself, every moment he lived.
Your turn, darling; don't think that I'm not listening, either. I have my pains, but you are my Light. You matter so much more than these shadows in my heart. So go ahead and knock me under these waters.
But for many it would be hard to imagine him as broken, as even haunted by what had come to pass for him. Tossing his main, he pulled his head up as her movements sent little splashes his way, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. She was sweet to go easy on him like that; he'd expected a real tidal wave once she told him of how she'd been hurt.
Sighing, he nuzzled her cheek and hung his head wearily. These pains were so old he wasn't sure they'd ever leave. For the first time though he felt them easing, felt his heart beginning to relax the tiniest bit.
"It's looking out at those shadows and not knowing that makes me remember. I was in a pen, a stall, and had to look out as so many faces passing me by, passing over me. I didn't know what was going to happen, was beginning to forget what had already happened. I felt... Broken. As if my bonded had been a part of me and then simply torn that part away when she abandoned me. And I had to look out at all those faces and wonder what was going to happen to me."
Sparkle shook his head here, trying to hide a small tear that had managed to escape him. Looking in the shadows, in that darkness and not knowing what could be there, it was so much like looking out of that stall. To look outside and wonder.
"What I worry about," He whispered, "is that if it happened before - Amber, what if it happens again? What if I'm rejected again, passed over by every eye and left to huddle in the back? I'm so afraid of remembering, because it tells me that it Can happen, that I can lose everything. That I could lose you."
With that said, a sound that was more scream than whinny tore free of his throat and he flopped sideways, sending ripples that rocked most of the lake. This game was normally so lighthearted, yet here he was with his dark secrets. Forget small things like "I never eat my alfalfa" that make your playmate laugh as they're soaked.
Yet perhaps it wasn't too late to do just that. Once he'd cleansed himself of this darkness, perhaps he could finally enjoy every second the way it should be. He would finally be himself, and only himself, every moment he lived.
Your turn, darling; don't think that I'm not listening, either. I have my pains, but you are my Light. You matter so much more than these shadows in my heart. So go ahead and knock me under these waters.