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my heart never stops beating for you -- ivar - Augusta - 12-09-2017 the night is my companion, and solitude my guide. She follows him with timidity and delicateness all her own, picking her way carefully through the forest as they begin to take their leave. She may have been frightened leaving the forest, but with the strong and beautiful stallion beside her, she does not have room for fear. She has traveled to different places before, but she realizes that with Ivar, the traveling was much more exhilarating. The warmth of summer’s sun brought to life the world around them, the grasses they walk through a brilliant green with dots of wildflowers. She watches curiously as the landscape slowly changes from forest to mountain, the rocky crags of Loess just on their horizon. Augusta hopes that Ivar did not mind the moments she often would press the silvery-grey of her body against him, the dark charcoal of her lips listlessly brushing against the smooth scales that glitter on his shoulders and neck. She cannot help but be drawn to him; a ghost-like figure of her past and yet the one who will bring her into a new future - one that is not filled with loneliness and shadows, but of warm touches and gentle words, the feeling of being wanted and needed. They arrive to Loess just as the sun begins to set behind the jagged outcroppings of rocks, and her stormy eyes wistfully glance up to take in the new sights - and oh, the smell. Flourishing flora has taken up residence here, varying in color and size. It is so much different than the forest and the excitement that alights in her eyes also permeates through her body as her dark and slender legs bring her forwards to walk shoulder to shoulder with her Ivar, her dark forelock falling across her bright eyes. “Are we here?” she whispers delicately into the warm flesh of his cheek, her voice soft as the depths of twilight begin to cover all of Loess. Gentle and soft orbs of light begin to blink lazily around them, and at first glance, they were perhaps fireflies floating above the earth. But Augusta knew better; in her excitement and sheer adrenaline, she had unknowingly created the tiny lights that now hover throughout where they walk, their legs bumping against their soft light. She laughs curiously; she cannot remember the last time her ability showed itself on its own, and with a shy smile she pushes her nose against one of the twinkling lights; watching as it drifts away from her and alights itself into the depths of Ivar’s smoky mane. @[Ivar] RE: my heart never stops beating for you -- ivar - Ivar - 12-21-2017
RE: my heart never stops beating for you -- ivar - Augusta - 12-27-2017 the night is my companion, and solitude my guide. His touch is gentle upon her silvered skin; he is almost delicate with her as he guides her deeper into Loess, hushed and quiet as they enter together. Augusta finds comfort within every glimmer of his sparkling muzzle against her flesh, warm and as smooth as the stones at the bottom of the river, and as strong as the current there. He is resilient and stoic in the way he comes to a halt beside her, his eyes reflecting the gentle light of the orbs that float gently before them. He is unsure, which breaks her smile for a moment as it fades into concern, quick to step closer to him and brush her charcoal lips against the one alighted in his mane, proving to him the harmlessness in her ability. “I like to think so,” she murmurs into his neck, the thickness of his mane tickling against her own breath, concern still flowering within the irises of her storm-grey irises. The orb within his mane bounces at her touch, and she removes her muzzle from him with the tiny light perched on the bridge of her nose. She lifts her slender head, nose to the sky, and the star floats away from her, continuing onwards instead of hovering lazily at their ankles like the others. “I forgot I could do that,” she whispers aloud, her eyes hold a mixture of thoughtfulness and sadness as the orb disappears into the night-strewn sky. When had she last created her light - chasing away shadows and replacing them with her own creation? Her shadows - bringing the darkness out on her own accord, with its own shape and power? Her shadow prince had told her she hadn’t needed them - her light and her shadow, because she had him. She wonders what else she could remember, if she only flexed the muscles in her mind into memory, but suddenly feels extremely timid. With a gentle smile, she lowers her head to look at the handsome stallion before her, noticing that the soft slope of her shoulder is still tucked in perfectly behind the muscularity of his own. Her eyes fall downward to focus on tending to the dark and tangled parts of his mane with her lips. “Ivar?” She pauses to whisper his name, hesitant as her voice leaves her lips. “will I be alone if I stay here?” Are there others? Will you be here? @[Ivar] RE: my heart never stops beating for you -- ivar - Ivar - 01-05-2018
RE: my heart never stops beating for you -- ivar - Augusta - 01-06-2018 the night is my companion, and solitude my guide. He is enthralled with her magic, his eyes tracing the movement of the one she had sent into the sky, to join the stars that had begun to peek out from behind the cloak of daylight. The sun’s descent is almost finished, the horizon before them painted with oranges and pinks of dusk, allowing the allure of the evening sky to expand above them. She likes that he enjoys her stars, and a shy smile alights on the softness of her muzzle. An autumn chill of wind greets them, causing her lights to waver in the breeze, and a shiver to spiral along her spine. It is just at this moment that he draws her in, draping his strong neck around her in an embrace that is both protective and warm, and she curls herself into it, sighing contentedly. “Lantern fish?” she repeats quietly, her dark eyes flickering to the unique scales that decorate every inch of his muscled hide. “I don’t think I’ve seen any of those in the river. They look like my stars?” He’s made her curious, his talk of an underwater creature that she isn’t sure she’s ever heard of before, and she quietly wonders how he has come to find what they are himself. “Can you show me them?” she asks him thoughtfully, murmuring into his skin, enjoying the way her voice is muffled against his shining black and ivory scales. She has no idea her request is outrageous, or that the fish resides in the deepest and blackest parts of the ocean, or that Ivar could grant her this request if she truly wished it. His stoicism is attractive, she decides. He is sturdy and unwavering, a pillar of strength for an otherwise frail and mild woman. She feels safe and cared for (a notion that she did not realize she truly craved), and sees no reason as to why she wouldn’t stay here in Loess with him. He is beautiful, and so is his country. “I love company,” she assures him, and she speaks truthfully (she feels as if she couldn’t lie around Ivar even if she wanted to). If Ivar found herself suitable for his home, then she rests assured that he would only choose others like her, and a trill of a flutter in her chest lets her know that she is more than happy to meet the others. Perhaps there is a sense of family here, she thinks. Perhaps she would never have to return to the forest. “I think - I think I’d like it here, Ivar. If you’d want me to stay.” @[Ivar] RE: my heart never stops beating for you -- ivar - Ivar - 01-16-2018
i’m wrapping up most of Ivar’s threads for plot and timeline reasons; I am so sorry it takes me forever to reply to threads D: |