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 Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2019 10:40 pm
Where I will be having my own ponies RP with each other or on their own. As a warning, there will be a range of themes. Some may be more mature than others.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 2:32 pm
Medicate a Broken Heart
tab He missed her. It burned in his chest and clawed at his throat with every exhale, leaving a soft scar in his lungs each time. She was gone -- had been gone for awhile now. Years. It seemed like days. Days of burning and aching with every breath. He would have been gone by now if it wasn't for his sister. It was easy to fade away as an Alicorn, after all. Just stop -- stop being who you were supposed to be and eventually the domain would consume you whole and spit back bones. He wanted it; desperately so. Having this cursed domain when she was gone was punishment enough.
tab He was tired of helping others obtain their affections. Bitterness seeped through his pores each time someone asked him for help. Why him? Why did they need some cursed magic to find their soulmate? He hadn't needed it. No -- she would have left if he ever used his magic on her. She had been pure and whole and beautiful. Now she was a corpse six feet under.
tab Now she was stuck in a ******** box.
tab He inhaled sharply against his cigarette, eyes narrowed harshly against the heat. He had told himself he'd stop visiting her, but he couldn't. How did one just abandon the person they put their whole life into? Who he planned his life around? Him, the cynical Alicorn with little to offer such a beautiful woman. His years with her were the best years of his life. How was he supposed to forget that? To stop wishing for it?
tab He couldn't. His weakness was withering. It kept bringing him to the same damned stone as if she'd somehow hear him through the earth. He kept on the heels of her ghosts as if someday he might find her waiting at her grave. Was it coping? Or was he torturing himself? He didn't know anymore.
tab All he knew was he was this ******** close to giving up and letting his domain sap the last of him. The last broken parts of him he bitterly held onto in the hopes his sister might be happy. He was nothing of the man he had been. He was cruel and unforgiving. Harsh and demanding. He didn't care. There was no point anymore. Maybe if he pissed the right person off they'd end it for him. He was too weak to even give up. He blamed his sister but in reality he was scared. Scared of the fact there might be nothing after death. That he'd lose the memory of her too. He rather remember the ghost of her then die and no longer be connected to even that.
tab But if he was dead did it matter? He wouldn't know any different, after all. But he knew she'd never forgive him. She forgave a lot in their years -- his countless ******** ups and poor time management. She waited patiently for him every night and day. He regretted it now. He had been a workaholic and even in her last days he hadn't been by her side. He had told himself he was working to make things better, but really? Really he had been avoiding seeing something he knew was coming.
tab He would never forgive himself for that.
tab He'd never forgive himself for any of this.
tab A soft hiss left his lips as he exhaled. He had to go, but he'd be back. He was always back for her. He wondered if she knew -- if she was watching him as a ghost and frowning. He didn't care. Her disappointment didn't matter. She wasn't there. He almost hoped he could piss her ghost off long enough for her to reach out. She wanted him to move on. It had been in her dying letter. He wasn't going to. Ever. If he wallowed and despaired he was still close to her. If he didn't have an obligation to his sister he would have been gone anyway -- what was the difference?
tab The sharp ring of his phone reminded him of his duties. He had people to disappoint. Stories to hear he didn't care about. He'd be back, though.
tab He'd always be back.
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