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lior; - Nayl - 10-16-2017 @[Lior] RE: lior; - Lior - 10-27-2017 He can only look east with rise of a pale moon and hope that she would ache for him. Never would the dark man impose and make himself bothersome, never would he distract her gold eyes away from what drove her. He would wait for the day that she would tire from the weight of the crown. He would stand by her despite the absence and doubt that crept just beyond the bone cage in his chest. But tonight, with the ivory goddess high in the sky, she moves under the silver silk. He stands not far off from where the cave swallows the light. He waits for her as his true equine form, his mane lifting with the slight breeze, a touch of a smile on his lips. He breathes sharply when he drinks in the gold eyes and exhales into her mane when she melts into him like he has been holding his breath for ages. The larger male moves so swiftly to fold against her in a tender but hungry embrace. He had been starved to near exhaustion of her scent, her skin, her love, since they had last spent an evening together. But he was a patient man. When the woman lifts her gaze, his silver meets hers equally as he captures her eyes with his own, cupping her face if only he were human. The world could burn to ash around him and if only his like vision was of her face then he would be happy to burn with her. "You know I will wait for you, Nayl." He speaks low, breathing her in deeply, biting back at his need to protect her, to possess her beneath the pallid moon. "I know you will also find a successor." He is not sure what else to say but he knows he does not want to spend any more time away from her. Lior resolves himself to be her shadow and to keep her side warm every night she will allow him. The cave was cool, dark, and safe but it is hollow without her touch. Lior moves to lip at the fringe of her mane with small, tender little tugs. I want you to remember RE: lior; - Nayl - 10-31-2017 RE: lior; - Lior - 11-02-2017 She is at his side finally after endless nights of watching the moon grow fat and then disappear all together. But on this night they are painted like marbled Greek deities under the careful silver eye. Her breath on his skin stirs the feral need but he only pulls her closer to him with the thickness of his neck around her own. She continues to speak and he listens for she is the only voice he hears or would ever care to actually listen to. The stallion says nothing about testing his patience for it is true. He had contemplated their future, his existence in her life for he sometimes felt like a flame that was to be extinguished by her breath, gone. But- He is hopeful as she continues, her acknowledgement of her position and of his lightens a bit of dread that shackles around his heart like heavy rusted bands. She was the key to relieve him of their weight. "Perhaps Isobell." He agrees with the repetition of her words, his voice low and rasped by the lack of use. Lior reserved most of his words for the iron queen though he catches his breath audibly in his throat as she presses a trail with her lips up his neck. The urge, the savage need, echoes loudly in his head but he bites back as he could almost swear he would break under the weight of his affection...but she says it... She says what he has felt from the moment he had seen her in the field and every day there after. She says what he reads across her face, what he has felt under the moonlight. She finally says what he has yearned for years to say but never dared utter for he did not want to break her concentration and compromise all she had built for Nerine, for them. "I love you too, Nayl." He whispers the words as he turns to pull her close so they their bodies touch and he can kiss every inch of skin that he could reach before clutching her close under the silk of the moon glow and pressing his lips to her own in a bold gesture that he does not care to hide any longer...loving the painted mare with every fiber of his entire dark being for as long as she would allow him. I want you to remember |