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shine until there's nothing left but you; marlyn. - Ashley - 02-17-2017 censored censored censrored ASHLEY There is the moment in time when you realize that life for your is quite possibly over. For Ashley that moment was now. The ginger man was settling into a bad habit of eating his cake and eating it too. Within the crystal clear waters that made their way in, around, and under Ischia’s coast, he swam. The plague of Marlyn was constantly behind him, and he kicked back his crimson fins, forcing the water over his scales, pushing himself deeper and faster into the depths. Solace. Peace. He would get neither. Instead, what he was left with was the guilt and the nightmare of those eyes. Those sad soulful eyes looking at him, bidding him to say the words that refused to be uttered out loud. Instead, they fell like a lead balloon at his feet, like a ball and chain. He was prisoner in his own mind, and so he ran to the water to find his freedom. Freedom. Peace. They weren’t his for the taking. Ashley snorted at the thought, a burning sensation singing his nostrils with a curse—uttered underwater, it came out as nothing more than a masked blurble of bubbles. He swims on; the heaviness of his mind consuming him. Ashley had used her. His own angst had pulled him in the direction of anyone who would listen—any impressionable soul that he could take for his own. Marlyn had been there. And she’d been perfect. She was the one he could take—but he did not count on having those feelings. It had been meant for one night. Not for Keeps. Instead, he had given her his soul and left himself with nothing. And that tortured him. A former King, made a slave at a woman’s feet. And so he swims, with her ever on his mind. He figured that his child must have been born by now. But he has not been back. Why should he? How can he? and the girls caressed me down ughhh that's that lovin' sound HTML by Call RE: shine until there's nothing left but you; marlyn. - Marlyn - 02-17-2017 RE: shine until there's nothing left but you; marlyn. - Ashley - 02-20-2017 censored censored censrored ASHLEY There was a splash, and a greeting. Here, at the bottom of the sea, it seems that even the ginger King cannot escape his nightmares. For it seemed here, under the water, was a small child who looks exactly like Marlyn. He choked back a curse and lept out of the water. With a thrust that sent saltwater spraying everywhere, Ashley’s body transformed seamlessly back into horse, and he stared at Marlyn. His visage was not at all kind—though in his head, he is both exhilarated and happy to see her. How had she been? What was the pregnancy like? What had he missed? Had she been in pain? Was Porter a good baby? Growing well? These questions plagued him, and then the pain of his own inadequacy washed over him again, and he swallowed his pangs of guilt as his dark mood settled upon his features, and he took on a stony expression. “You have made your way here to my beaches. What has brought you here? Looking to present the boy to me?” His heart was thudding. But he does not know how to relay what he feels. His sins do not allow him the luxury of a happy ending. Better to push her away and save herself the trouble of being saddled with him. Even if it killed him. and the girls caressed me down ughhh that's that lovin' sound HTML by Call RE: shine until there's nothing left but you; marlyn. - Marlyn - 02-21-2017 RE: shine until there's nothing left but you; marlyn. - Ashley - 02-22-2017 censored censored censrored ASHLEY The small spotted ginger child stepped forward. So matter of fact—like his mother. Hello he says, not surprised in the least, or even in awe at what manner of man his father was. Marlyn must have told Porter all about him. Good then. He would not have to introduce himself. For the moment, the tumultuous thoughts of the old king are forgotten, and he lays down in the sand, clearing his eyes and widening his nostrils, blowing the warm scent of recognition over the small fish friend, and he smiles; relaxing for the first time in six months. “Hello, my son.” he caresses the boy fondly, flicking his tail upward, raining bubbles of salt water over them both in a splash. The droplets shimmered in the sun, and then turned into small water shaped sea horses—much like what Marlyn had looked like the first time he had met her. Porter giggles in the way that small children do, and Ashley finds himself chuckling—deep base tones in spite of himself. Marlyn is, for the time, forgotten. Of course, he can feel her. He could always feel her. But with her eyes on their son, he finds he is able to quiet his mind of his fears, and simply be. Maybe. Maybe he could do this. Be a father. Be a lover. Be a… What is more than a lover? No. That will come later. Right now, he is a man, playing in the sand with his son. The rest will keep. and the girls caressed me down ughhh that's that lovin' sound HTML by Call |