Posted by Sterling on March 4, 2009, 3:21 am
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His water had been talking to him. All day, all night, it was restless and groaning and moaning and yearning. Sterling hated that the most. The yearning. (mostly because he had gotten what he had wanted since his eyes saw her, since he felt that clawing bashfulness that turned into this astronomical love that he could hardly control. Why did one yearning then get replaced by the next? Why couldn’t this feeling just stay dead for a while?) It was a yearning for something he didn’t know. Sterling had never seen the ocean before. And now, now his water wanted it. It was killing the inside of his body with its waves and erosion and ripping and crashing and breaking. His ribs felt weak against it. But he couldn’t listen to it. He would not listen to it… Hypatia. For her, he could not listen to his water. Because he would never leave her. I can assure you it gets worse – this water problem. Sterling does not dose or rest. He tries to dehydrate himself, and stand in the middle of the desert in the scorching sun to distract his water, the water that was overwhelming. Buries himself in sand, runs, walks, sprints, bolts, gallops, leaps… exerts himself beyond belief to bring cracks to his lips and turn his tongue to sandpaper. But his water roared out of him in waves and left him drenched and steaming, panting and heaving. He could not control his element anymore. One night, it finally grows a voice. His wandering is punctured by the internal sloshing that whispers in soft cooing tones, contradicted by harsh, directional touches, The ocean needs you Sterling, “I am a Viper…” Don’t lie to yourself, “Shut up!” His voice is loud and strange in his throat scratchy and raw, before a waterfall hisses between his lips and with it comes the croon of, You are only Hypatia’s Viper, “I will never leave her,” … Sterling, The voice is softer, it feels like watery kisses down his face. Sterling… It’s soft and sing-song, whispers to his inside, “…you can come back…” It’s sweet and believable and his hooves already seem to have made the decision for him. “I’m coming back to the desert,” His breath is a harsh exhalation and he looks at the desert, and looks for Hypatia “I’m not leaving you Hypatia, I’m coming back… “You’re going to… you will come back home to live the life, nuclear family style! Babies with your girl, love, sunshine, family picnics in the sand, and all that, all the time, Sterling! You’ll be going back to that,” “I don’t like sunshine that much,”                                                                       the rain had started tapping on the w i n d o w. n e a r m y b e d . 46 Message Thread: Erase yourself and you'll be free - Sterling March 4, 2009, 3:21 am Mandala destroyed by the sea - Sterling March 4, 2009, 3:21 am All we are is coloured sand - Sterling March 4, 2009, 3:22 am i didn't want to be free, i just wanted you ; - OC HYPATIA March 5, 2009, 9:49 am It isn't my sorrow, but I still mourn. - Amelia March 10, 2009, 12:54 am « Back to thread What Do You Have To Say? Hosted for FREE by Boardhost. Create your own free message board!