Black and white, back and forth, dark and light. Forever fluctuating between two shades of one soul. Unstable mind hidden beneath a cool exterior. The Chariot, the Monarch Runner. The Castle, The Crumbling Ruin. The Rook. |
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So perfect. Love this.
eee i love these boys
adorable art by Tuoho! ♥
Tracking this as wellll~
Tracking, now that they're
Everyone - Thank you.
Pumpkinseed - They have been acquainted before as fawns. Though you and Eraline obviously do not recall. He is happy to sit with her either way. :3
Actually, I was reminded of
That is fine. Understandable.
/chugs on through
<3
My apologies for disappearing
Selruil - Thank
Norwegiandoll - That's ok. I figured your game crashed or something. X)
I've been looking at this,
c: hello.
Ammy - Hello. C: I actually
I actually got your deer's pictogram mixed up with someone else's the other day. XD
Oh, that's fine c: I get
I get Bishop and Rook confused constantly, so I check the map. Every single time. > >
I'm curious as to who you mixed it up with, because I'm curious. Always. |D
Ammy - Haha They're meant to
Oh, of course. A very good
I think the same part glitches in their pictograms, leaving just the star and cross. I'm not sure, though.
And I see! That's happened before, and I can see how. XD
I'm sad I keep missing Rook
Tracking this SO hard!
Why didn't I track this? ;;
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Tracking~
"You and your brother...too
She hadn't noticed it before, until now. Still, her voice is soft, apologetic. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
The young stag looked down on
A rush of air escaped his nostrils as she spoke to him and he turned his eyes from her.
"No one ever means for it to happen. No one ever means to bring the dark. Eyes stray and hearts are fickle. I do not expect you to be any different."
His words confuse her, and
Who'd turned himself into a squirrel to make her laugh. She had hoped that they could play like that again today too.
The young doe turns her eyes from him, directs her gaze to the poppy field in the distance. "You are insinuating things that I can tell you with confidence are not the case." finally, she looks at him again, studies what little of his face he can see beyond the mask. Flashes of fur around his eyes. "Are we friends, Buck Rook, or am I missing something?"
"And what do you believe I am
The question was given without him looking back to her. His head was held high, his eyes off beyond the physical. He surely seemed a shadow of a brighter self with such condescending behavior.
"I am not sure," he admits as he finally returns his gaze upon her. "What exactly does friendship mean? Joy, laughter, games? These we have had. Understanding? Loyalty? Not even my brother understands. Nor do I have his complete loyalty, unlike him who has mine."
Ah, yes, he has seen the two of them playing. His fawnhood friend and his identical twin. She may have never seen the twins together. His brother may have never seen Rook with Eraline. Was that coincidence or Rook's choice?
"What does it mean to you? Friendship."
She leaves his question
His next words seep into the darkest crevices of her mind, slow like thick molasses. It frightens her how he seems to know about all the things that have been haunting her lately. Friendship. What is it indeed? Had she not asked herself this very same question several days before?
"I suppose," she tries, already regretting it. "friendship is a bond. Bonds do not abide by the laws of loyalty and understanding. They simply are. And they are breakable, which is the most frightening thing about them. Perhaps too, it is a sharing of experience. A need to protect. A form of love. Perhaps."
A wry smile ghosts her lips. Something tight and painful. Now the admission, the loss: "But the truth is I do not know myself. Sometimes it is just a feeling that I recognize immediately, no rhyme or reason. Other times it is elusive, and I am friendless, without joy. Whatever it is...whatever it really is, I had thought that at least, you and I were bonded. You being, in essence, my oldest bond aside from those whom I call family."
His eyes drift away again.
You and I were bonded? Oldest bond?
"You forgot me!" He spat as he rose in one motion to his hooves and stared down hard upon her. "And now you only remember my ghost. A shadow in my brother's light! I am not blind, Eraline. A fool, perhaps, but no more then him. There was an emptiness that day. Surprise. Recognition but not of me. It seems age in a bond does not mean strength.
I wonder, Eraline. If you had met me later in life. If you had seen what I would become, would you remember? If I was in my brilliance before you met him would you have embraced my presence and had been shocked to see his face that mirrors my own?
You forgot me like the rest had before you and you will forget me again. You know nothing of elusive bonds, Eraline. You are not forgotten."
"Tch," He jerked his head away from her as he took a step back, ears hugging tight to his skull and eyes squeezed shut. "You would be wise to watch who you next forget, little clover, for others may not be so forgiving as I."
One last look was spared to her but he had nothing more to say after his little outburst nor was he interested in hearing what she had to say about it. He turned away swiftly, hopped over the dead tree that rested beside them and sped off.
The sudden rise in his voice,
But he gives her no time to say any of this, and when she sees that he is ready to bolt she does not try to stop him. Left standing behind the log he'd been inhabiting - and she had so casually invaded - she watches him leaves her, hooves thundering, his word echoing again and again in her mind until she can hardly hear anything else. More pain, a heavy weight in her chest. More tears threatening at the rims of her eyes. She dips her head back, does not let them fall. Not here, in his space.
The young doe turns and makes her way to the place she now calls home, though the trek is slow, dream-like. A reawakening of the awareness of the darkness in her own soul. She is toxic.
Tracking this. :')
Tracking as well C:
By Leuvr ♥
"No fair! You're way too fast
There is a mischievious
"The Chariot, huh?" She grins
Had she even given him a
Swift and agile he leapt back from the flying dirt. He snorted good naturally before darting after her again.
It is a while before she can
The stag's breathing was
The stag's breathing was slowing, coming to an easy rhythm. It had never really been hard to catch his breath after a good run. He turned his head slightly at an angle to see her through the openings in his mask. Oh, how could one explain the object he saw flash across his mind? An image, a memory.
"Hm... Imagine... A stone. The most round you have ever seen. Flatten it and double it by two... maybe four. Sit them on their edges and place a larger flat stone upon the twins. Imagine vines that connect this to...Mm... Let us say a creature of sorts. Faster then you or I. Let us sit upon the large rock and allow our fast creature pull. The round stones beneath us spin and we move. Swifter then either of us can move our selves thanks to our creature friend."
A slight chuckle escaped him. "Well... I suppose that is the best explanation I can muster."
It is easier to imagine than
"And so if you are this...Chariot, what is it pulling you, I wonder."
He watches her curiously as
"Oh, it changes. From time to time. ...more often then not. Perhaps a pretty face..." His eyes rove across the mask she wore, tracing the hidden features from memory. A time before she hid them away. "Or my other half when nothing else moves me."
(;-; screwed up timelines
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The look he gives her is familiar, and she has to turn away toward the distance so as to not dwell on it. It frightens her, the memory and the implication. She hums softly as she considers his words and cannot fight the grin that makes its way onto her face beneath the mask at the thought of his other half, Bishop, pulling the Monarch Runner by two vines. What a silly thought. "I suppose then that if one helpful creature makes the chariot go fast, then two would make it double. Perhaps it's possible - though I suppose the design would have to change a bit."
She looks at him again and her eyes are soft and kind. His mask, though identical to Bishop's, holds a different weight and presence. They are different, no matter how alike, after all, and she is already beginning to recognize those difference. Most importantly, she has missed her friend. "Come around more often, will you? I'd like to get to a point where I can imagine you as more than a mirage."
(It happens. : ) His smile
His smile turns into something more faint, ghostly even as he responds. Though his tone seems affectionate, teasing it is distant. A slight underlining change that was more then a mood.
"Perhaps a mirage is all I really am. A mirror image. A faint memory. Maybe this is all I will ever be... or wish to be."
Enough of this. He rises to his hooves and with a flash of light and a merry whistle the young doe was no longer green.
"Hm, gold. I think I like the original shade better," he teased playfully.
(Okay, last post. It was fun
She is rather fond of gold for many reasons, though not on her, not really. Clashes with the mask and other things. Still, it makes her laugh, and with the instigation of play she is able to push his previous words into the back of her mind, for now, though she feels, knows somewhere in the pit of her, that it will come back to haunt her later. "Well good, because I think I would very much like to see you in it."
She will try to find some color magic, will fail, and then will resort to masks, because it is better this way, fun, to be able to change the face. And anyway, she wants to introduce her friend to her father - wouldn't it be lovely if they could all get to know one another?
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Eraline smells him before she sees him. He has that familiar musk that reminds her of Bishop but isn't. It's something close, but headier. Unrefined and fickle. When she lifts her head from beneath the water he is standing there watching them and she, once nervous and ashamed to be caught under his stare, now stands easily and makes her approach. She bows, and lets the silence of the after fill the space between them. There, a familiar mask. A butterfly. A runner. "It's been a long time." She says finally as she approaches and touches her cheek to his. "A very long time."
He watches her approach with
"It seems I can not make myself disappear forever. No mater how hard I try." There is amusement in his tone and yet, somehow there is a dark truth.
"I used to feel the same."
The doe's gaze sweeps across the hills in the distance, a thoughtful hum and the beginnings of an ache in her chest. She had hoped that he wouldn't come back before she'd gone. This way she wouldn't be reminded of another friendship she would be leaving behind. "I went...with my former grandfather out into the mountains. I thought of you often, and the things you said about the...'chariots.' I tried to look for one but even there, away from this place, there were none." When she turns to him again there is a smile on her face, soft and tired. "You should know that I will always think of chariots, and even now do."
Perhaps, when the moment finally came for her, the one that seemed so close and yet not close enough, but approaching steadily - perhaps then, she will see the chariot. It seems like a thing you would see in transition.
"If you are remembered you
A smile sweeps across the young stag's lips. She had thought of him often? Somehow it eased the pain in his chest. To be a thought, to instill a memory. If only for a short time.
"You will forget," he spoke quietly, dolefully, assuredly but with an affectionate twist. "Whether today or in years to come. Whether in this life or the next. Memories do not last through eternity but for those who are eternal."
He did not expect her to understand, in a way he was not sure he completely understood. Not in the way he use to, in a time before.
"If I could I would bring you a chariot or build you one of my bones. Then perhaps I could take you into a world of dreams and hide you away in a castle in the clouds. Then perhaps we could remember each other and eternity would not be so harsh for one and elusive for the other."
His words are beautiful as
She takes a few steps back to put some space between them, glancing over her shoulder at Ciel who is still lounging beneath the water. There is a softness in her face when she looks to him again. A sadness perhaps. Rook makes her regret things she didn't know she could regret. Mostly, though, she regrets not being able to fight at his side in this lifetime. To see him more. Simple things that are now regrets. She will remember these feelings too. "I just thought you should know. Someday we will meet in a world beyond this one and then you can teach me what a 'castle' is."
Belief. Belief in another.
"Pretty words, little clover. I like to hear you talk."
For a moment his eyes drift to the stag that Eraline's strayed to. And there sneaks in a faint frown. As her gaze returns so does his meet hers and he wipes it away.
"A world beyond? If this is true... find me then. And perhaps then I can give you what you want and be what you need... Teach you of castles and build you chariots. Perhaps at that time, in that place I will have learned to be more then a mirage and cast my own shadow down instead of wearing it. Would you look for me?"
"I will look for you,
The doe takes a cautious step forward. There are good memories of Rook embedded inside of her, but there are also bad ones. Ones of him running too quickly away, ones of him refusing. Just refusing. So she is cautious, but not for long, not for the second step or the third. Finally, she touches her cheek to his one more time. "Remember. I'll be listening."
He sucks in a deep breath as
"It is hard to believe in anything but unreachable desires. I will not hope, Eraline. But I will dream of such a time."
Again he is the first to pull away. Not a rejection but he would choose to be the one to walk away rather then to be the one left behind.
He pauses for a moment as if considering, pure hesitation. He suddenly moves around her, a quick skip and hop to the stream that lay behind. Rook could be seen reaching down beside the water's edge before returning with something between his teeth. He is quick, swift as ever, giving the green doe little chance to pick up on his intentions. He stops beside her and reaches up to tuck the item behind an ear. Again he is off in a bound, leaving without a proper goodbye or bow. Instead leaving her but with a stem and bloom of Myosotis dangling from her ear.
It's been a pleasure playing