Andarin: The Mountains: you are sucha good liar;

She looks up at her, smiling. It is inevitable. As it always would be.

Micah is capable of love, and other things. But the feelings are never mutual. Micah was brought into this world for the sole purpose of being able to love, and being heartbroken at the same time. Although his heart sings for Rowan, and dances with her earth, never ending.

He knows now he is incapable of giving himself to one sole person, letting his whole become only theirs.

And it is now the shadow casts itself upon him in realization and it is now he feels the hatred that runs deep within him. A hatred that has always kept there. But yet he keeps the same composure. The boyish smile set upon his face as he feels the burning run through his veins.

Micah is changing, for better or for worse he is. Becoming something he himself could never see himself be. And he hates himself for it, but eventually as all things are said and done, he will accept it, because we all come to terms now don’t we? “I was, you just weren’t watching.“ He chuckles lightly, but it is deep almost a bellow. His words almost flirtatious yet, at the same time holding nothing, yet promising everything.

Contradictory.

He smiles at her, as it stretches the length of his velvet lips as she hops over him, the gust of wind catching at his mane, he stands there and then turns to look at her. Her eyes wander to their path with deep foot-holes and pockets. He laughs, but only because he can. He pulls himself beside her, his lips gently playing with her forelock. “Wouldn’t you like to know.“ He states, almost teasing.

His earth reaches in the ground, tugging strings and pulling wires. And the earth explodes and for a moment it is almost chaotic. From the ground sprouts a trunk, although it isn’t very large, but it is in fact taller then them. It reaches fr the sky and when it stops the branches and limb grow, and from them leaves, and from them there are small berries, they grow and change colors to a bright red.

He smiles, as he turns away from the tree, kicking at the trunk, as one single apple falls from the tree in-between them.

And because seer powers are so useful, he watches it as it lifts from the ground by some invisible force, showing it to her.

“care for an apple.“

His laughter rings through the air, all in good fun.

se. micah
deception is charming;
liar, condescender, words born as bastards;