Absolute Power Snippet · 7:53pm Sep 23rd, 2014
Tis all for now. I've had a busy few day's but here's the first little bit of what I've written so far.
Except it by tomorrow at the latest
The Third Day
It was a little after two in the afternoon…I think. I don’t know, I didn’t really…care at the time. How could I…how could I think at all with my emotions in such a tangent?
It was the third day of my slowly receding paralysis, and like the day before I found that I could once again move a various part of my body.
Namely my both my arms and hands.
Heh, you’d think that this would be cause for a small celebration. But when I actually tried to move them, use them…I found it immensely difficult. And how they looked…most of the muscle, fat and whatnot had withered considerably, as if they’d been in a cast for months, unused.
Celestia noticed as much long before I did…but she said that…
“Oh honey don’t worry,” she soothed, stroking my hair as she lay beside me, ready for sleep. “You’ll regain what you’ve lost in time…and you still look so beautiful to me, you always will.”
Despite my tirade of spiraling emotions, I couldn’t help but soak up the compliment like a sponge. My pride…dignity was at an all-time low, I had to feel something, I had to.
It didn’t help however that I was able to move and see just how badly they were affected.
I didn’t even want to think about my legs.
In any case, it was sometime in the afternoon that my third day really began. Celestia had once again been absent when I awoke, but took no time at all in returning with breakfast…which she then began to feed me with.
I was barely responsive.
Unlike the previous day however, she didn’t take me into the bathroom to bathe afterwards. Neigh, instead she merely chose to lay back down beside me and talk. She spoke of small things, funny and relevant, silly and serious…like she used too when we were together. It’s nothing worth mentioning, but the feeling of it all, how the sheer nostalgia of everything made me feel was…unforgettable.
She continued to talk up until around eight minutes or so ago, in which she left with nought but the reassurance that she would return as quickly as she could.
I was puzzled by it all, she never seemed to leave unless it was absolutely necessary after all. She said as much the previous day.
Then again…with her gone for those few minutes…it allowed me to close my eyes and let go, just for a bit…a little bit.
I refused to break down in front of her again, I…I refused, I couldn’t do it again. She’d speak, she’s soothe and croon words of affection and reassurance, safety and warmth. And if spoken in the middle of my breaking down…my breaking down again, I truly did not know what would happen to me.
I didn’t know if I’d be able to shove this horrible dependency I feel niggling in the back of my mind. Its voice is small, barely there…and yet there.
A brief part of me wonders…does she have it too?
After reading that I nearly forgot how he is suffering from losing his dignity slowly and how celestia has caused this even though she is so caring for him
Just wanna punch Celestia in the face repeatedly right now. I mean seeing Toby being broken down like this just feels wrong. He's basicly a baby right now.
Looks like The Stockholm Syndrome is starting to sink in. I'm surprised that three days later and Luna and Chrysalis haven't visit him. What friends they are.
it seems that he's not doing well
SO WORNG YET SO GOOD!!
I'm liking this story so far, Zam. Keep it up!