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 Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:26 pm
  Pure joy comes in many shapes and sizes. Whether one goes looking for it, or just happens upon it during a moment of weakness, it's always highly received. One can also find it in the most obscure places, lurking until it's owner expects not, only to be engulfed in the most exciting emotion known to mankind.
Unfortunately, however, pure joy isn't quite as friendly as it may appear. Pure joy doesn't technically exist, the mere thought was born from a mind much, much weaker than the average. The owner of said mind could have very well thought he or she had come across such a thing as pure joy, but they were sorely mistaken. Mostly likely, it would seem that the owner of the first experience of pure joy only simply thought they were experiencing something larger than life.
And then it all came crashing down on them.
No, pure joy didn't exist. Joy itself hardly even really existed. Or, in other terms, it was a very shy friend to have around. It barely showed it's face, and when it did, it hardly ever stayed for much long. Joy was nervous, joy was uncomfortable. Joy was....awkward, even, at times. Joy didn't really make any sense, and joy destroyed it's owner when played with for too long. You see, joy became a necessity in life as years upon years passed, and creatures began to forget that joy was a gift. There wasn't any time to sit there and thank joy for coming, it was just expected. If it didn't show up, said creature hated life for all that it was worth. It teased, it tortured....it most certainly wasn't fair. But over the years, the creatures who roamed the Earth deserved what they got.
They took joy for granted. And so joy lashed out.
Now it seemed joy was just a faint memory...to be desired, but not obtained.
So to think that one could stumble upon pure, utter joy was an absolute ludicrous thought. Sure, maybe for a moment or two, but the pain of losing said pure joy was at times, too much to handle. There are stories of creatures, big and small, who were driven mad by the loss of their own happiness. One by one they killed each other off, and in time, began killing themselves off as well. It drove the world into a bitter and cruel way of life. It established a barrier between those who lived for goodness and those who lived for evil. The loss of one's own happiness just...wasn't fair. Killers were born. Killers were bred. They spread and wrecked havoc across the land, sea and sky until there was nothing left but sadness and despair.
But joy itself never truly left the hearts of those who wanted to believe. One by one, the happy thoughts began re-appearing and laughter could be heard from a great distance. Those who had faith that they could be happy if they shrived for it were given their happiness.
Happiness and Despair. Those parallel emotions coincide with one another in harmony, never quite interfering of their counter-part's work. If a creature of these lands were to go through happiness, only to have it stripped away from them, then despair would take over. It was only because said creature lost faith in their own happiness....and well, that' wasn't kindly received. Joy never liked being under-appreciated, and wanted each of it's reciprocates to know so. It would fade away, for some time, until it's owner began to believe once more. If and when that happened, happiness would push aside despair, and live in the heart of it's owner, content...until it felt the need to disappear again.
Yes, that particular emotion was taunting, yet ever so lovely.
A not-so-wise, older stallion had stumbled upon this realization as he reminisced on the past. Perhaps his thoughts, although pleasant, were not as deep as they could have been...but he did come to a conclusion.
He was absolutely, purely and utterly happy at one point in his life. But that was stripped away from him almost as quickly as it came.
Sure there had been countless times where the stallion laughed and smiled, and overall enjoyed life as it was given to him, but there was one particular moment that stood out above the rest, given the title as the happiest moment in his life. He had finally found, what he thought, was his reason for existence and he wanted nothing else but to shout it to the world. He was given something that he never quite thought was possible for him to possess. Pure happiness. It wasn't just a figment of his imagination, either...as previous experiences may have taught him. This one was real.
But just as it was real, it was also fake. It wasn't reachable...it was practically impossible to acquire. He felt this way from a distance...never being able to express it to his heart's desire. His heart. Oh, boy. That in itself was ripped out of his body and shredded into a million pieces, and adding insult to injury, stomped upon a few hundred times....just for good measure. The stallion never quite let that little fact get him down though, you see....he never really saw the point in longing for something that didn't belong to him.
Love. Bliss had experienced love. He may not have known so at the time, and still might not know for certain at this very moment, but he knew what he felt was some sort of love. Beyond anything he could have ever fathomed, this was more than he bargained for. Unlike his children, whom he loved dearly and cherished as though they were fragile things capable of breaking...he never felt for them the way he felt at that one specific moment. He had moved on and found others, both prior to this one, and after, but those feelings never quite matched up to that one specific moment. If he hadn't felt love, well then, he didn't really know when it happened - but he went crazy.
You'd have to be insane to feel love for something that wasn't there.
The arrival of his sister had taught the old stallion two things. First : never give up hope on something you believe in; regardless if it's just a dream...it's usually always worth living for. Second : family is, and will always be, the most important thing.
So, as of lately, Bliss had been stuck on that feeling of love. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since he felt that emotion, yet he knew he longed for it to come again.
Evelyn. That was the name of whom he had associated the word 'love' with. Evelyn. Where....where could she possibly be?
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 8:57 pm
Sweet emptiness. Quiet desolation. Barren void.
Evelyn advanced swiftly, her fluid gait that of a hunted animal. She was beautiful, even now... statuesque resplendence, through none of her own effort. The black mare with the kind eyes ensured the up-keep of her lustrous coat, her mate sustenance. So faded and dull mere moons passed, a mere wraith of her former self, Evelyn was once again... ravishing, to the un-trained eye.
Those who knew her... before... would note her lean frame refined with scarcely maintained health;- the sallow, haunted gaze... memories, etched in her skin, on her soul.
Imprisonment can twist one's perception of reality until only despair remains. Desperation spawns hope, but it is a shade of aspiration. A yearning for freedom, without the clarity of confidence, without the stability of sanity. A mind pushed beyond restraint can execute impertinent ideas... all in the name of freedom.
She had been free, once. In body, in mind.
Free to act as she pleased, free of any constraints save conscience. Morals. Emotion.
Free to smile, to laugh, to.... love.
Evelyn flinched, her hooves faltering as she imagined fangs gnashing at her heels.
Worthless. Can't even stand! A mocking cackle, saturated with brutal vehemence. Get up! GET- A lashing tail, tearing through the fabric of her reality-
She was standing.
She had been standing!
Her rib-cage heaving with quickened breath, she pressed on, seeking to escape the torment that lay within.
She was talking a walk. To clear her mind... yes, clarity. Free... freedom... she had escaped her care-takers, eluded her escort. She needed... she needed...
She had escaped the physical torment... but could she ever assuage the remnants of that mental torture?
She needed...
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 7:27 pm
A walk.
It wasn't much, but it did the mind some good. Separated from the world as one looked onward, toward nothing in particular, the mind was allowed to wander; allowed to be free. Free. From anything; from everything. Just...simply there. Nothing. No worries, no thoughts, no second guesses. Anything could happen, and nothing could happen. That was freedom at it's finest, wasn't it? An individual had themselves and only themselves with them and nothing else mattered. Yes, that was freedom. Pure, untainted freedom. Seclusion, perhaps....but when was that a bad thing? In his years, Bliss somewhat longed to be free of everything; to have not a care in the world like he used to. Then Milkshake got pregnant and nothing was ever the same.
Yet he could still take a walk.
And it wasn't much, but it did the body some good too. How often did he hear young couples telling their children to eat and play in order to grow healthy and strong; the muscles in your body don't just form themselves, after all. Walking was good for the body - it kept one fit. The large, old stallion had a shape unlike most stallions, standing just a few inches taller than the average height, and it worked his muscles good and hard when he ran around with his children. However, running wasn't something he planned on doing anymore, and so the next best thing was a walk. Yes. He needed to keep himself strong.
So he took a walk.
And it wasn't much, but it did the soul some good, the most. Like the mind, the soul could feel pure freedom during a walk, but unlike the mind, it completely separated itself from the body. It traveled to a different world and ran, completely and utterly out of harm's way. The soul needed the break from the body and mind, in order to keep alive. Otherwise the soul would crumble and cease to exist. During most walks that the old stallion during during his lifetime, he was completely unaware of his soul leaving his body, but during this walk, for some reason, he felt it disappear. He was no longer Bliss during this walk; he was no longer the goofy, forgetful and rather ignorant stallion he always was...he was just a figure, a body...talking a walk. Nothing happened; nothing was thought.
He needed this walk, he knew it from the moment he began to take each step. Step by step, his spirit lifted. Step by step he forgot everything and just walked.
He needed.....her. Alongside with him on this walk, both of them completely silent and motionless save for their drifting legs. He needed her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 11:36 pm
.... She needed...
I like purple.
The words came unbidden, as though her frantic mind had sought refuge in those three simple words dredged up from moments long past... perhaps not the three words most mares yearned to hear, perhaps not those three words that could lead to eternal Bl-
Her heart skipped a beat. She could feel raindrops caressing her time-weathered form, though no clouds graced the sky. Rain that washed away the claws tearing into her flesh as cruel words tore into her soul. Rain that witnessed a stallion cantering off into the pouring rain just because his magpie's-eye had caught something that was purple....
She walked forward as earnest hope urged her onward.
I like purple, too.
So many twists and turns she had traveled, the path of her life a meandering bee-line that seemed to have no end. It was so simple, once upon a time, when a bubbling fount of laughter had welled up from some happy place deep inside her, so long ago...
She couldn't turn back time. She couldn't get back to that place, that being... that feeling.
When had that quiet ache turned to desperate need?
Lavender eyes rested upon a familiar form.
She needed...
...
Bliss.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 6:41 pm
That night still taunted him like a skinwalker taunts their prey. None of his boys bothered to visit their old man anymore, but every time he thought of them, he thought of her. Always her. Forget the others, really, they were and never will be anything compared to her. That night...that perfect, beautiful....rainy night...was that a blessing? Surely one would think so when looking at the three boys that came out of that night, but what about the heartache? What about the pain? Was all of that worth it, for just one night?
Of course. One night with her was a million years for the rest of the world.
Forget everything. He'd trade his life away just to see her once more; but one night...that's all they'll ever get. She was torn from him by the hands of a demon (in Bliss' mind) and they were never able to look back. How often was he alone with her since the arrival of their sons. Twice? Three times? It was so long ago, Bliss hardly remembered now, but he'd bet every apple from here to the end of the world that it was barely more than five. At the time, the stallion never thought to give the situation a second glance, he always just went along with it...but now, after all these years, SHE was all that remained. That mare, with that silly purple pendant lived within his mind, and never left.
He needed her.
Lavender eyes transfixed on the ground beneath his hooves, the stallion was completely lost to the world - oblivious to all that was in front or behind him. Bliss didn't think...there was no way....this walk wasn't meant to go anywhere or produce anything so he didn't bother paying attention to all that surrounded him. He didn't think she would be there.
The heavens weren't that kind.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 2:53 pm
Her time-worn heart fluttered like a quivering arrow, pointing her home as she froze mid-step. Her eyes, widened in agonizing hope, shimmered with her soul's wish as the weight of their painful history rendered her motionless. She dared not breath, for fear of dispelling this fantasy.
Her mind and body had healed from the torturous attentions of that draconic mare, but something inside her was still aching and raw. Something that had never been acknowledged, never admitted, words never spoken and feelings never shared.
How could she express what she wouldn't even admit to herself?
So stubborn, considering that night to be naught more than damage to a friendship she had mistaken for love. Her eyes had held distant melancholy for so long; it had taken true anguish of body and mind to shed that trite sadness. To free a friend so that he might find his true happiness with the mate of his soul- not just a mare who understood him, with whom he could get along.... the first one he had let in. She had wounded two stallions with her mistake, complicating a matter that was so clear to her... now.
She cared for both, it was true. In her own way, she had loved both- but a cherished friend was not true passion, and in her confusion and embarrassment she had fled from a night of ecstasy... and fled again from a friend she felt unworthy of by wrecking havoc on a family that had shown her naught but kindness.
She didn't deserve either of them, it was true. She was a pathetic creature who didn't understand her body's urges, her heart's desires, until it was too late... until the damage was done, the time passed, the words left unspoken for far far too long.
Three children from the love of her life. Three more children from the stallion she'd used to ruin a friendship that she had sacrificed her life's love for...
For so long, she'd told herself that it was the right thing to do. She had enjoyed her time with Kureno (it hurt to think his name, but she knew he was doing well now)... she had planned to end her life to get away from the heartbreaking kindness of the love and trust of Kaen's family, to end her miserable existence that the draconian mare had held up a lingering mirror of pain in which all was made clear, but she was always being watched and couldn't scar another being with a last selfish act...
And through it all, she'd told herself (she'd chosen long ago and so never revisited the decision) that it had been the right thing to do.
What did she know of right and wrong? How could walking away from utter Bliss ever be right?
And now, her mind had conjured a fantastical image of what she needed above all else... of what she spent her life without.
She thought she had moved past the delusions of her mind, images wrought of pain and terror... but this one, this familiar form that seemed to move towards her without noticing it, held burning desire, yearning, aching need.... all-encompassing, all-consuming, truth.
She had not spent her life without it. It had always been there, lurking, hidden away, unacknowledged.
She had not spent her life without him. He had been there, returning time and again (and yet never enough), as two beings connected by something more than a bond of past misdeeds met again and again.... a second chance, a third, countless times wasted and lost as they separated again and again.
What life she had left, what time her broken soul could still reside in this form... and, anything, if there was, beyond this life....
Couldn't she spend it with him?
If he wanted her?
If it wasn't too late?
If she wasn't just a reminder of pain and betrayal, better lost or forgotten?
She drew a shaking breath, oxygen flooding to her brain as she realized that her vision had been blurry because she had forgotten to breathe. Air had never felt so sweet.
"Bliss..." her voice broke as she begged the vision to be real. That sweet breath expelled to wish upon the goodness of the world. "Bliss?"
It was time to accept the truth. To welcome it. To cherish it.
... if only he felt the same.
I love you. "Are you here?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 3:16 pm
Bliss
The winds whispered, laughing and dancing around his head as they called to him. Bliss. Again. He knew what that was; it was as if it were a dream, the voice that surrounded his thoughts, tearing him away from anything remotely coherent. She continued to haunt him, no matter what he did; she was always there, and her angelic voice seemed so close...begging him to follow her....to go to her....
Bliss.
His eyes still transfixed onto the ground beneath him, he did not look up as he took in the voice that he heard. This moment couldn't be real, he wouldn't allow himself that scarce moment of happiness only to be disappointed, so he savored the sound. The sweet, sweet sound of what it meant to be utterly blissful. She was his bliss, and he would do anything to be hers, in both name and spirit. Alas, it couldn't be, for she was off making her own story with another family. Perhaps she even had children and grandchildren of her own now, without him.
He would not blame her though, if she had. He was a simple stallion, barely worthy of anything close to her. He wished time and time again that he fought harder; that it was easier to prove himself man enough, but he wasn't a fighter....he let her go. It was his fault, all of it. The boys were his fault, too. Maybe if things had gone differently...
He'd give anything to be with her again.
Anything....
..are you here? The voice in the wind seemed to ask, was she talking to him?
"Yes, I'm here." The dark stallion deadpanned, and with that, guided his eyes away from their trance, and looked at what he immediately thought was the ghost of his past. She was there...wasn't she? No. It was a ghost, it couldn't be her.
"I'm here." He repeated, this time allowing himself the pleasure of a smile, "Evelyn, is that you? Are you here too?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 10:38 am
Blank. Impassive. Wooden. Vacant.
Had she done that to him?
Or had time worn him down until all that remained was...?
Her chest tightened as he smiled. The curve of his lips was the everlasting sun chasing away the shadows of the past and spreading warmth through her bones.
He can still smile.
Of course he can... he wouldn't be Bliss without his smile, would he? No, no, Bliss was Bliss no matter what facet of his personality he displayed... Her name from his mouth. So sweetly heartbreaking, yet infinitely encouraging.
And she was Evelyn, no matter how dazed and confused she could become.
She drew another shaking breath, drawing strength from that core of lingering hope that never quite vanishes from a love-touched soul.
"I'm here." she said it with the finality of someone entirely ensured of the resounding rightness of their words. This felt right. It had felt right so long ago, but she'd become... overwhelmed, embarrassed, misled by her mixed-up emotions.
How could everything be so clear after so long?
"Bliss..." her voice felt dry, long unused, and she expelled great effort to maintain her once-natural melodic cadence that shone through her aged form even now. It was emotion, not age, that made her voice tremble. "What have I done to us?" She shook her head, her brow furrowing as she started again. "I'm..." Sorry? The word wasn't strong enough to express how she felt.
"I promise you, if a promise from me means anything and even then I promise it on all that is beloved in these lands and those that are yet undescribed-" the word spilled out of her, "I will never hurt you again. I will never leave unless you wish it of me."
She paused, realizing that this may seem to have come from nowhere, but she needed to know that he knew...
"I will never do anything to say i'm sorry for again."
Look at her, promising Never like a foal who thinks Never means until the next moon. She had an understand of how long Forever is, for it felt like Forever whenever she was away... yet when reunited, even aware of the time that had passed, it felt like they were back at the beginning. Back in the rain that had brought them together and created three new lives.
The boys haunted her memories. Her strength gave way and she shuddered as her front left knee collapsed and she knelt hard on the ground with a resounding thump.
She might do little things that warranted an immediate apology, little things that arose from a life together... not a fairy-tale ending or a blissfully ignorant affinity built upon ignoring each other's faults, but a life shared between two souls. A life with Bliss.
What remained of it, anyway.
They could work through the little things. If... if he wanted her around.
A perfect life, because of a perfect pair.
"May I... may I stay with you, please?" She scanned his still-handsome face for an answer, gazing into his eyes with her heart hovering above dismay and quivering hopefully as she awaited his response, bent on one knee. Please... let me stay. I love you, Bliss... I'm sorry it took so long. Let me stay?
If you believe with your very existence, it may come true.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:04 pm
Every wall he built up over the past few months and years came tumbling down the second he realized it was her. In the flesh. Beautiful. Stunning. Perfect. Heavenly Evelyn, in front of him, without anyone else around. His once vacant mind zipped through a million words, all of which he wanted to say to her, to shout at her, to whisper to her....
...To just hear her voice, over and over again. All he wanted was for her to speak and for it to never end, for fear of it disappearing.
What had she done to them?
It took great effort not to interrupt her and tell her she was absolutely ridiculous. How could she have been the one to mess it up? Why was she blaming herself for something that was so very clearly his fault? Bliss had been the careless, ignorant fool who had a tendency to believe everything was always peachy-keen. Did he ever stop to take a moment and appreciate Evelyn for just being her? No. Did he fight for her when Kureno came to take her away? Barely. Did he try to develop what should have been a healthy adult relationship? No. Did he love her? Yes. Did he ever tell her? No. Did he ever even bother to give her the attention she deserved?
Probably not. She had every right to run from him. She was the one who made the right decision for herself, and nothing more. Bliss could see much more clearly now, that it had been his foolishness that drove her away, and it hurt to know that he couldn't have helped himself. He was always going to be that guy. That stallion who shared a night of passion with another, and then never heard from them again. It had happened three times besides Evelyn, but none of it hurt quite as bad.
Because she took his heart with her when she left. But she deserved someone better.
Bliss continued to stare at her as she continued her apology, still dumbfounded that it was she who was doing this. She was making promises of promises that he always wished he could have made to her; she was the one who was asking for more time. Could she not see that she was utterly perfect to him? So, yes, the day she disappeared had left a wound deeper than any physical damage could have done, but it never hindered his opinion of her. She had nothing to be sorry about.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
As her strength gave way and she collapsed, he wanted nothing more than to be able to help her. To run to her and tell her everything that needed to be said; to pick her up from the ground and carry her for the rest of their lives, so she never have to worry about her own strength again....but he couldn't. He stood there, still watching her, with blank seriousness...
He wouldn't ever be enough for her in his own eyes, but he'd damn well try.
"Someone I know told me that if you love someone, you should let them go." His eyes grew dark as he approached her, gently breathing in and out as each step carried him closer and closer. He never, ever let her go, nor could he ever, but it wasn't until the arrival of his sister, Happiness, did Bliss realize that pining after a mare that wasn't in love with him was rather silly, and so began the healing process. Happiness told him that if Evelyn were to ever return, then he should know that she felt the same way, and to cherish moments with her until the day the two of them died. Until then, he'd have to try and mend a broken heart.
What his sister didn't know was, it was impossible to mend something that wasn't even his anymore. The heart that beat in his large chest was merely there to keep him alive and nothing else. The heart that was capable of unconditional love of another already belonged to another - Evelyn. It was hers and it would always be hers.
He stopped in front of her, his eyes still dark with complete seriousness, the playful tone they usually carried had gone out the window the moment he opened his mouth, "that someone also told me if they come back to you, and only if they do, then it was meant to be. And it will always be." He bent down so that his head went underneath her belly in a motion to lift her back up. A smile. "Of course you can stay."
And then, only if just for a moment, the old Bliss returned and he grinned, "but I live with my sister, so we'll have an extra roommate."
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:25 pm
Dark, dark lavender eyes.
Eyes once so cheerful wrought with seriousness. She listened carefully as he spoke, absorbing every note like parched land welcoming the rain.
... if you love someone, you should let them go. What if they don't want to be let go? What if you force them away, chasing off the one good thing in your life? What if... what if someone loves you, and they don't want to be let go, but you don't love them the same?
She had severed her bond with Kureno for that reason, and he had found his bliss in the form of a heavenly angel. But Bliss...?
She'd run from him, away from him and away from her sensuality to the comforting arms of a friend.
There had been so many signs... Evelyn and Bliss kept coming together, like only two souls meant to never part could. If they come back to you, and only if they do, then it was meant to be. Such wisdom. Where had those words been when she was young?
But then... how could someone come back if they'd never left? She stifled a heart-felt sigh; why couldn't things be clearer than a thousand shades of grey?... the first time.
Bliss was worth waiting for. He was worth begging for. She was not worthy of passing judgement on him, but she knew in her heart that he was worth all of these things and more. He was worth more than she had ever given him over these years.
There was still time.
Guilt and regret had no place in her heart now; she could stay. Sorrow for time lost would always linger, but guilt and regret could not exist in the blinding brilliance that was those 5 words: Of course you can stay.
Of course, as though it was something that need not be said. An ultimate truth, an obvious answer.
Those dark lavender eyes lightened as his expression softened and brightened all at once with that familiar, beloved, smile.
His sister? Bliss had a sister?
She blinked, baffled by the thought. But then, didn't everyone have siblings? Somewhere?
Her heart fluttered at his touch, and a blush flickered across her time-worn cheeks. She could still blush?
They had so many more years left, and though their end could never be certain she wanted to be with him until her body failed... and whatever remained after her last breath would linger with his eternal form.
A smile blossomed as she rose under the guidance of his gentle touch "I look forward to meeting her." A part of him, even only as an extension of his genetic line, would be welcomed and cherished.
As she should have cherished him from the start.
"Bliss? ..." She paused, lavender eyes seeking their perfect pair. "... Thank you."
For being you. For every breath you take. For wanting to be with me.
Home is where the heart is, but even she had to physically reside somewhere. Her place was with him, and she only hoped that his sister would welcome her intrusion.
"Where's home?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2012 7:55 pm
There was never a more brutal feeling than unrequited love; to have and to hold, but to lose, just as quickly. You loved him, and he loved her - and all of you got hurt. There were no winners in the game of unrequited love, unless you stuck around long enough. And who would do that to themselves? Who would continue to love the same person, over and over again, year after year, and have the result continuously be the same? Why hurt yourself that much, to only find happiness?
Because, he realized, that was true happiness.
True happiness came from within, and to achieve that, one had to be at peace with the way things were. If you loved someone, even if the feelings were never returned, at least you knew that you were happy pretending. Sure, it wasn't the real thing, nor was it close, but at least you were comfortable enough to know that you were better off without, then with the wrong someone. Bliss could have gone through life with another mare, and been happy, of course, but she'd still be there, always...forever lingering in the back of his mind. What could have been. What should have been. The poor mare he would have chosen would never know what he really felt, so she'd go on thinking that everything was perfect.
And that would be heartbreaking. Much, much more heartbreaking than unrequited love. He had always been fine on his own, loving mares from affair, he could still do it. But the love he had for Evelyn; the love he hoped was the bond that brought them together in the first place, was worth waiting for. She was worth waiting for. If it took two lifetimes, or even three....he'd always try to find her.
She was worth everything the universe had to offer him. He'd trade away his life for hers, if he could. But he somehow knew that couldn't ever be possible. How could someone like him, protect someone like her? He'd damn well do his best; even if it wasn't good enough, he'd still try.
The large stallion's heart warmed when he saw the color of her coat start to turn pink - a blush, right? Was he capable of making this mare blush? "She'll love you, Evelyn. She's just like me, and I love you. There is no way she'd turn you away."
If Happiness somehow had any sort of problem with this mare, Bliss didn't know what he'd do...but she was first. She was always first. If it needed to come down to that, he was prepared to stand by her. Always. And forever. "You don't need to thank me. I should be thanking you."
"Home is just a little ways from here, but we don't have to go back now. We have the rest of our lives to go home." He laughed a deep, throaty laugh, grateful that his sister had taught him a few things about life - and the way it worked, so he could finally talk the way he always wanted to. The way he was meant to.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 7:48 pm
... and I love you.
The gentle blush faded from her skin as her spirits soared.
Oh, she'd known... as she should have known better than to run away from perfection. A glance, a whisper, a subtle caress, something more than what was there whenever she met eyes with anyone else.
Their lives had not been perfect (far from it.) She had been to blame for much of their time apart. A flicker of her doubt shrouded his words- would a sister welcome the mare who had caused such heartache?
What life remained for them could not be free of hardship, but his company... as long as she had that. Sharing, caring, daring to embrace what had always been there but had been shoved out of reach so many times. Yes, perfect. So utterly Right.
She wanted to be perfect for him, wanted to be everything he desired and more. Wanted to take away the pain, give him nothing but love and joy. Wanted to forget her own sorrow and share joyous laughter with him for the rest of their days.
If she had an eternal soul, it was his.
Glancing at him from beneath her eyelashes, she bravely nuzzled his chest. "I am home, so long as I am with you." As long as you desire my presence. ... but then, with the knowledge only the wisdom of the years could provide, could she ever bring herself to leave?
She had only ever been herself with him. The many shades of Eve.
It had been enough.
"I love you too, Bliss."
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 7:23 pm
"Well, I like my home. So we can make that our home." Bliss laughed again, nuzzling her back with more force and confidence than she did him. Neither one of them knew what the other was thinking, but he very well could have soared.
She loved him.
She was the only thing he ever truly wanted. The only thing he had been completely stingy and selfish about, and she returned his feelings. If he could pinpoint when it was exactly he felt his life change forever, it would be this moment. True happiness. True Bliss. He may have grown and changed from the stallion he once was, but his heart had remained the same...and he felt like running and jumping for joy. Bliss wanted to shout to the universe; tell anyone and everyone who was willing to listen how happy he was. But not now...
...Now he had to focus on what was right in front of him. This beautiful, albeit broken mare. They had a life together once, and however perfect he thought it was, or could have been...did not measure up to how he felt just now. What they had back then was a mistake, she had told him in so many words - children came of it, but that was all. Nothing more than a passing mistake. But now....now there was no denying the something real. Their souls had given in to every temptation over the years and they were here. Together. Presumably, and hopefully, forever.
One question remained in the large stallion's mind as he smiled a rather goofy smile at Evelyn. What now? In his experience, after he had a mare had 'a moment', they usually went their separate ways - be it for the evening, the week...or for a lifetime - he could never seem to keep the company he wanted. So what now? He knew that she wasn't going to leave him, not tonight...so...should they end the night? Should they sleep? Should they...well, you know....
He supposed he'd leave it up to her. He was willing to please her to the end of the earth and back, so if she wanted to stand here staring at each other, he'd gladly do so.
"Oh! Evelyn, have you seen the boys lately? I'm afraid I haven't been able to find any members of my family...," Bliss trailed off, and tore his gaze away from his beautiful love. None of his children, from any of his past flings had come around to visit their old man...save for Vanilla Swirl. It had saddened him to think that perhaps they didn't care...
But with Evelyn's return...perhaps that meant good things were around every corner? "I'd like to see them all again..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:03 pm
Her soul emanated warmth at his words, a vitality that surpassed the weary ache in her bones- the toll of time on her once-ethereal form, the price of living.
She had seen many seasons, seemingly countless days, rolling on and at times bleeding into each other when she had no consciousness and no light to separate the days in the dark cave of her captor... so many thoughts had passed through her weary mind in those long days of recovery and repentance of the soul... and, somehow, this moment with him seemed so much fuller than all the rest put together. So much more grand, important, even if it was one of many to come.
Such was the riddle of perception. If she had not lived her life as she had until this point, would she ever have ended up here? Would she cherish these words so greatly? What if's and alternate scenarios were a child's game, but how she viewed her past and the importance she placed on the present were the cumulation of her life's story.
And the hope with which she viewed their shared future together now... she did not need to think of so far down the road, when she was so happy just being here. Being loved, by him.
And loving him in return.
Her thoughts were anchored with a solemn frown. The boys... now grown. "I have not..." She had not seen them. She could hardly blame them, any of them, for not seeking her out when it seemed she had done her best to rid herself of them. But perhaps all was not lost...
"Perhaps, after we return home, we may seek them for ourselves?"
A journey. A chance.
How vast could these lands be, to hide loved ones when lovers found each other again?
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 7:49 pm
His heart pained when his beloved admitted she hadn't seen the boys. She was their mother after all, and he, only their father. Weren't children supposed to appreciate the mare who brought them into this world? Happiness told him that she stuck by their mother's side until the very day the poor old mare passed on. And yet, the boys were...
Gone. They all surely had their own lives now, with an abundance of children and potentially grandchildren as well. But it worried Bliss that he did not know exactly how many there were in his family; in their family.
"I would like that. I would like that very much. Last time I saw them I don't think they liked me very much." He couldn't blame them - he was never a good father. It was difficult for him as it was, just being himself...but he had been forced away from them. His life had been torn apart shortly after their arrival and he never got the chance to call them all family.
Not like a real family should be. Not like the ones Happiness told him all about; the ones in her old herd. There was a loving mother, a loving father, and children all around them. Sometimes, if one was luckily, there was grandchildren in the mix. They all stayed together, never leaving each others sides for too long. That was a real family.
And he wanted that. He wanted that more than anything. A chance to start again. A chance to fix all the wrong he had done. Unknowingly, yes, but he had still done some wrong in his life.
Bliss was given a second chance, the very second he laid eyes on Evelyn this evening. He realized now, he'd never let that chance slip away from him again. He'd go as far to the ends of the earth for her as he could. He'd do anything - everything - if he could stay with her. "Evelyn," he started, looking at her with the most Bliss-like look on his usually goofy face, "I hear a term used around these lands for what we have. I think it's called...lifemate. Yeah! I remember Mahiri telling me that Hania was her 'lifemate'." He smiled at her, his heart pumping for a reason he could not explain.
He was not nervous, not in the least bit. Nor was he overly excited; and yet, his heart raced faster and faster with every word. Could this be what he felt like to be in love? If so, it made him feel funny, but he enjoyed it. Anything related to Evelyn was a good thing.
"Do you want to be mine? My lifemate?" Like he said, he heard the word used from various Soquili, and knew what it meant...but only to some extent. It meant spending the rest of your life with someone, officially, right? Ack! Suddenly he hoped he was right with the term.
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