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"Aw but they match your eyes perfectly! Keep them in, just for me?" She remembered he had. All day he had kept those flowers in his mane, and he had done it just for her.

It was troubling, now, to her how often she thought of him. How often seafoam eyes would haunt her dreams, and leave her aching in the morning for something she no longer had. The worst part, of course, was that it was really all her fault. She had been nothing but a burden to the stallion, nothing but another piece of emotional baggage to lug around. She had been a dead weight, nothing worthy of keeping around. She did him a favor, really, by leaving. He could do better, and besides she had known Kali would love her the way she wanted. It was a win win situation, so why did it still hurt? Seven years later and she still woke in a cold sweat over a dream about flowers. She was slowly starting to consider them nightmares.

They certainly hurt like it.

It was funny, now that she had seven years to think about it, that she finally saw the things she couldn't as a stupid, over emotional teenager. She could see now the little things, the minuscule details she never saw, or perhaps just refused to acknowledge, at the time in which it would have meant anything to take notice of them. The things he would do for her, the insults that would come out as more of a pet name than anything meant to hurt, the vague concern he would show to cover up how much he really cared.

In the dark of a palace that had never been a home, in a bed too cold for restful sleep, Odette came to realize the things that could have changed everything. Not for the better, she would tell herself, if she hadn't been caught with Kali, it would have been with Eden and the result would have been the same. She realized she was a coward who ran from a good thing, nothing that would ever be worthy of the golden stallion with those delicate teal flowers braided in his mane, the trees casting intricate patterns onto his fur, the smell of the ocean clinging to him, better than any perfume she had ever smelled.

"I could have loved you." She would tell herself even though she knew she had.

She had never cried in front of him, not once, but she could have drowned in the tears shed over the lingering memories of a stallion better off forgotten seven years ago. Some nights she wished she would.

+11 AP
Eden: Queerly

pose references: Thoroughbred 1 and Arabian 6

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"Aw but they match your eyes perfectly! Keep them in, just for me?" She remembered he had. All day he had kept those flowers in his mane, and he had done it just for her.

It was troubling, now, to her how often she thought of him. How often seafoam eyes would haunt her dreams, and leave her aching in the morning for something she no longer had. The worst part, of course, was that it was really all her fault. She had been nothing but a burden to the stallion, nothing but another piece of emotional baggage to lug around. She had been a dead weight, nothing worthy of keeping around. She did him a favor, really, by leaving. He could do better, and besides she had known Kali would love her the way she wanted. It was a win win situation, so why did it still hurt? Seven years later and she still woke in a cold sweat over a dream about flowers. She was slowly starting to consider them nightmares.

They certainly hurt like it.

It was funny, now that she had seven years to think about it, that she finally saw the things she couldn't as a stupid, over emotional teenager. She could see now the little things, the minuscule details she never saw, or perhaps just refused to acknowledge, at the time in which it would have meant anything to take notice of them. The things he would do for her, the insults that would come out as more of a pet name than anything meant to hurt, the vague concern he would show to cover up how much he really cared.

In the dark of a palace that had never been a home, in a bed too cold for restful sleep, Odette came to realize the things that could have changed everything. Not for the better, she would tell herself, if she hadn't been caught with Kali, it would have been with Eden and the result would have been the same. She realized she was a coward who ran from a good thing, nothing that would ever be worthy of the golden stallion with those delicate teal flowers braided in his mane, the trees casting intricate patterns onto his fur, the smell of the ocean clinging to him, better than any perfume she had ever smelled.

"I could have loved you." She would tell herself even though she knew she had.

She had never cried in front of him, not once, but she could have drowned in the tears shed over the lingering memories of a stallion better off forgotten seven years ago. Some nights she wished she would.

+11 AP
Eden: Queerly

pose references: Thoroughbred 1 and Arabian 6