We Could Be Villains
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- Posted: Wed, 22 May 2013 05:37:34 +0000
▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ xxxxxxxxxxxx Taiga Naim Arden xxxxxxxxxxxx«
✖ And I, I was your mouth,
Just giving it, just giving it;
As if they were my words
That spilled on the ground.
It wasn’t wise to think of eternity. Her mother had told her that, years prior, when Arcadia was still the only home the girl had known and her lineage had meant the world to her. Never had Taiga been the best at her studies, but she genuinely tried to overcome whatever learning inadequacies she suffered and it was the Arden way that no one treated her differently because of them. Even so, it was frightening in retrospect; a creature displaced in a sea of angels. Perfection would shine through the eyes of her peers and the girl could only struggle to stay afloat in the vast seas of her learned insecurities. The clan may not see her differently, but Taiga knew she was less, and it was detrimental to her development overall. Stunted was the term. Emotionally, she sought two things from those around her: Stability and a sense of worth. Aisling had given her both of these in the time they had gotten acquainted, but there was always that thought hidden behind other matters, one which the Fae couldn’t just tuck away. Aisling would die as all humans do and there was nothing Taiga could do to stop that.
Hands graced her features, tucking back her mauve locks so the two could nuzzle, though rain was now heavy on the hair and her clothes. If she had ever felt so helpless, it was then and there, with a somber look in her violet hues. If only things were different… If only she knew what to say to Aisling to make her see the bleak mentality the Fae was trapped in, then there would be no doubt the tears shed were well deserved. Still, Taiga couldn’t do that all night; even if her insides felt alive with wild fire and countless lumps she struggled to swallow. Suppressing everything however best she could, the taller of the two nodded and let it be. Ignorance was bliss and knowledge seemed to be pain. Realization of the future was at best a slap to her mental state, and worst, a complete breakdown in the making. Time would tell, it seemed.
As the rain fell, Taiga took the initiative to lead them away from the now emptied street, and off to bed. The least the Fae could do was provide Aisling a night of quiet care in the dark of her townhouse.
♛ --------- But you, you were my rock;
Just c r u m b l i n g, crumbling.
And now my fooling has turned our love to dust.