If I Just Stay Still-open

[Thanos]

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The fae stood on a large cliff. Golden eyes looked blankly over the landscape. Nothing was here in the barren land she looked across, no wind to ripple her mane, to pull her tail. Nothing to remind her of herself. Nothing to stop her from hiding from herself. From her feelings and emense hurt. Golden brown eyes closed as the sun set. Yet still she did not move, nothing did. Nothing would come out here, nothing thought she was worth it. Because she might as well not of existed. No one knew her, no one saw her. She was a shadow of her former self. Of who she had been once apon a time. Yes once apon a time she had been something else. She had been once apon a time. She had been known and loved by all. But then terror struck by the name of Exavier.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Her mother had been out the year she turned one. When she came back she brought a small colt who was a chestnut paint. He was just a colt right? What trouble could he cause? Everyone welcomed him with open arms, but by the time she was two he had killed her father and all the other colts in the herd. He abused the mares and tortured them, enjoying their screams, laughing as he ripped wounds in their pelts. One day she went out and found a small abandoned filly, her eyes were a gorgess blue and her pelt was white. She brought her back with her, adopting her as her sister, caring for her. But in two weeks time he killed her because she had tried to stand up for their rights. She lost it then and there and killed him before running away, never to return. The next year she wandered alone and found arrowheads. She has stood on this same spot for nearly a month.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Her pelt was a black paint, from far away the lines blended together to form a grey colour. She was counting on that and staying still enough to keep others away from her. No one had even so much as come into sight of her yet. Which was amazing seeing as the land was as flat as could be besides that cliff. A ragged sigh shook her pelt, the scars had healed, invisible to the eye but inside...

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

She stayed still again, no more movement, her breathing was invisible unless you searched hard for the slight movement. She opened her eyes again to the moonlight. No one, no body, nothing. Never again would she meet someone, see someone, allow herself to be someone. Her eyes closed again, perfectly still, nothing.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Something in her longed for company, to be able to trust someone else. But who would like her? She had long ago been torn apart. She had decided that she was nothing. She convinced herself that no one cared, even herself. She missed her little sister dearly, her smile that had dared shine even through the darkest moment, her laugh which could trick you into laughing, into joy. Most of all she missed her eyes, the warm caring eyes that knew how you felt, who you were inside, who you could be. The statue of her though showed none of this, except for a single tear drop running down her face...

[Thanos]

um.......... anyone??

[♥ A R i E L A]

The tall lean form moved slowly and elegantly into the claiming lands, his tiara raised high and proud. The fresh spring grass sprang lightly beneath his mud-caked daggers and the wind ruffled shadow-like black tassels. The stag was stained a dark, midnight black all over save for a tiny white spot upon his forehead, covered by a sleek forelock. The charcoal eyes, hardened by suffering with a tiny softness near the tips scanned the nearly empty land. He needed mares to build up his herd, but he wouldn't choose just any. He would be like Thanos, taking any mare who was weak just because he could- no, he would never be like Thanos no matter how hard the white beast tried. No, he would only take a mare if she would be happy with him and he with her. It simply wasn't fair otherwise, wasn't right. It was cruel and heartless and the ebon stallion had promised himself that no matter what happened he would never be like Thanos. His gaze caught on a small form off in the distance standing alone and still on the outcropping of a large, barren cliff. She was alone and open, standing there in the bleak landscape and something abut her drew him in. In appearance, she wasn't very different from any other mare. Her pelt was stained ivory with black paint markings, but the distance blurred them together making her look almost a smudged, smeary gray color. It was her stillness that amazed him though- how she stood like a statue, completely unmoving and completely silent. It made him wonder if she were awake or asleep, even dead or alive. Picking up a smooth, ambling trot, Nightfall approached the mare with a gentle half-smile upon his velvet maw. Mud-caked pistons struck the ground with even thudding and his banner and tresses blurred in the periwinkle blue sky dotted with filmy white. Upon reaching the still form, Nightfall bowed his head respectfully as he saw that the fae was indeed, awake and certainly alive. She was more elegant and unique up close, still and solid, her painted coat shiny and bright in the bleak landscape. But her most striking feature was her eyes. They were an unusual dark gold color- something the stag had never seen before and it caught his interest. But something in them was a little off. They seemed to be empty, vacant, but white Nightfall was almost sure that she couldn't see, it didn't seem right that she would be blind. Where was that milky whiteness that usually surrounded the eyes of the blind? At least a little cloudy spot.. but this femme's eyes were completely sharp and bright and unclouded, so why did it seem like she couldn't see him standing in front of her? You're freaking yourself out, he told himself. Maybe you've become paranoid. She's probably fine. No. She wasn't fine. He knew that for sure. He could tell by her stance, the way she stood calm and resolute, the gleam of sorrow in those strange eyes, and of course... that single silent tear, sliding slowly down her cheek, blazing a trail of darkness on her sleek pelt. He opened his maw silently, tilting his head and looking deep into those eyes. Nothing registered. Either she was trying very, very hard to annoy him or she simply didn't see him looking at her. He was sure she sensed him, heard him, felt his presence or whatever, but did she see him? There was only one way to find out- ask her. But of course, that would be rude. And if there was one thing Desire had taught her son and demonstat6ed herself (at least until she met Thanos) was manners. Manners, manners, where would we be without manners? A chuckle escaped the beast's open lips before he could control it, and a spark of sadness at the thought of Desire. She would be alright though.. she had to be. She was strong and smart and knew how to take care of herself. Greetings, milady. My dubbance is Nightfall.

It was only a few words, but they got the message across. Nightfall was a strong believer in simplicity and silence- he could use words well, but when all that talent did was complicate the conversation and confuse the other party, was simpler better? Of course it was. And while his words were simply, they were strong and held a meaning beyond those six small lyrics he had spoken. he wasn't exactly sure what it was, odd as that may sound... but he was sure there was something in them. Not that it helped, that. But it didn't hurt either, so that was alright.

OOC;; Gah, I think my muse took a summer vacation too XP

[Thanos]

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

She saw him come up beside her, saw him watching her but she did not turn to him. Forcing herself to believe he was her imagenation. Who would even come up to her? Who thought she was even worth the time? Perhaps he had been confused about what a statue was doing way out here in the middle of no where. As soon as he had figured out that she was nothing but a mare that might have a death wish he would be on his marry little way. After all, who cared for her?

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

She tried to burry herself again, behind stone walls and chains, but always she was drawn out. Was it the stag who stood beside her, who watched her with those deep, hard eyes? No, he was not there, he was her imagenation. Could not, would not be there. No one really had, except that one small filly. She was dangerous, anyone she was around and cared for was sure to be doomed. No one should know her. So why was this stag still there? If he really was.

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

A slight laugh, so quiet it was barely audible, without meaning to an ear flicked to catch it. When was the last time she had heard one laugh? His words graced her ears next, so long had it been since she had heard one speak. Since before her isolation, since before the fillies death. But for a stallion to speak like that. So calm and sure, yet secure and strong. It was confusing and somewhere, deep in his voice, she found that it was going to be alright, everything was eventually going to work out.

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Words were beginning to form on her tongue. She knew not of this stag except for his name. Why was she going to speak to him?
I am Falling Star.
She breathed. Oh the irony. Her name sure fit her now didn't it? She had been everything, yet now she was nothing but a still statue, falling. With nothing to catch her but the hard earth below which she awaited for. She thought she would have forgotten to speak by now, but the words were clear as ever. Still just as gentle, still soft and sweet. Which was strange because the last time she had spoken had been so harsh it might of had the capability to kill.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Her golden eyes closed but her head turned slowly to face the stag, Nightfall. Yet nothing else moved. When her head was fully turned to him she opened her eyes once more, the eyes that had lost everything as soon as that fillies life flickered out. The eyes that were empty of everything but a deep down sorrow...