05-30-2025, 04:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-30-2025, 06:09 AM by Solas. Edited 1 time in total.)
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there was a time that solas would not have been alone.
he used to convince himself that he could remember his mother's heartbeat from inside her womb. the steady thrump, thrump, thrump of a soul reverberating through his mind-space, a macabre orchestra that only served as a reminder of what he had never had a chance to experience in life.
of course, he heard it even now. in every shuddering footfall, every cold-licked inhale, even his own pulse. it was as though his dead mother had left behind scribbles of her signature and the ink had bled. trails of it slicked down his forelegs, to his ankles, around his pale toes. the male appeared to be drenched in memories that he had only dreamed himself. the inky façade felt as though it clung to him even as he attempted to outrun it, tendrils of smoke and death and sadness billowing into the evening sky.
his pace now slowed, blood rushing to the sides of his face and ears as he stopped his incessant sprint. the area he had encroached upon was one he was not familiar with. the smell of wildflowers and wind swirled around him, tickling his senses, even provoking a deeper inhale to truly investigate his surroundings. tendons along his hind quarters tensed as he changed his gait. solas was weary of unknowns.
had briar been here, he might have remarked on the beauty of the bella vista. he was always that - idealistic, performative - things that his younger brother could not scrape from even his most lightest bones. solas acknowledged the serenity as one might nod to a passerby. he blinked, rumbled softly, cutting his gaze from the meadow back towards whence he came.
while his run had been a means to clear his mind, he seemed to have become lost in the process.
he used to convince himself that he could remember his mother's heartbeat from inside her womb. the steady thrump, thrump, thrump of a soul reverberating through his mind-space, a macabre orchestra that only served as a reminder of what he had never had a chance to experience in life.
of course, he heard it even now. in every shuddering footfall, every cold-licked inhale, even his own pulse. it was as though his dead mother had left behind scribbles of her signature and the ink had bled. trails of it slicked down his forelegs, to his ankles, around his pale toes. the male appeared to be drenched in memories that he had only dreamed himself. the inky façade felt as though it clung to him even as he attempted to outrun it, tendrils of smoke and death and sadness billowing into the evening sky.
his pace now slowed, blood rushing to the sides of his face and ears as he stopped his incessant sprint. the area he had encroached upon was one he was not familiar with. the smell of wildflowers and wind swirled around him, tickling his senses, even provoking a deeper inhale to truly investigate his surroundings. tendons along his hind quarters tensed as he changed his gait. solas was weary of unknowns.
had briar been here, he might have remarked on the beauty of the bella vista. he was always that - idealistic, performative - things that his younger brother could not scrape from even his most lightest bones. solas acknowledged the serenity as one might nod to a passerby. he blinked, rumbled softly, cutting his gaze from the meadow back towards whence he came.
while his run had been a means to clear his mind, he seemed to have become lost in the process.
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