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Post by sibber-chow on Jun 25, 2012 22:46:52 GMT -5
Perhaps it had been the fates that realigned the two young lovers to cross paths again... or some fucking putrid dribble of that variety. Regardless of the rhyme or reason that life had for bringing the duo to a land as cursed as Inferno, Desdemona had come to the realization that she had to suck up her pride and reconnect with St. Jimmy... at least try.
It was a gut-wrenching sensation, really, for a mare so determined in her believed self-reliance. But, things were different now, right? There was a foal ready to fall from her loins any moment, and the thought of dealing with that alone was too much to bear. Pregnancy had been horrid enough, a barrel so swollen no stallion would give her a second glance, a body so constantly hungry and tired that she fell asleep while she ate and awoke with hunger cramps when she slept... what sort of mayhem would the child be then? Hell, it wasn't her fault, her dependence that brought her back! Jimmy owed her, dammit. He'd put this life inside of her. That was why she had come back... yet, if she hadn't been burdened with foal would she have ever lift, ever seen or feared the very dependence that was there?
Fuck. She loved Jimmy. That never stopped being real despite how her pride refuted the terms that came with such an emotion.
Here they were. She, who had long ago hidden herself in the abandoned lands of her father, and he, who had come with some ungodly intent to claim ownership to this damned patch of earth. How insane had the saint gone? Perhaps, he was just as insane as he had ever been. He had always been a passionate soul in every aspect of the term... how mad was he going to be with her then? It was hard to predict.
There had been many times in which her mind had traveled the paths of such thoughts. There had been many times before when she had wanted to return. Perhaps, it was only the convenience of the moment, or maybe the soon coming of their child... what ever the reason, the time had come.
The wind had led her to him, and words came easier than she had thought that they would. "What the hell would you want with the Boogeyman's land? Don't you know this place is damned?" Her words recalled her taunt of their first encounter, yet with a tinge of belief she had not then had in the elementals. And, it was not they that she spoke of necessarily... instead, Orpheus, her father, the demonic specter himself. He was dead, but not gone from these lands. Further, his minion. Spyder, whom she had had the misfortune of meeting once nearly a year ago, was rumored to still scout the lands. She'd not seen him, although on her more miserable days she had longed for him to be there and end the burden of life.
Word count || 522
OOC || Des doesn't have a cool table yet. Coming soon though...
Also, muse is pretty good for her, not great, but pretty good! :3 |
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