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love is a promise made of smoke [rapture] - Levi - 02-16-2018 He had watched for her and felt her absence like he felt little else. He had blasted shards of obsidian off the volcano's side with her name branded on his thoughts and poised on the tip of his tongue. He had hurt when he thought of her. He had dreamed of her; until she became someone else entirely, spending hours with this Rapture of his own invention, in his mind, as he patrolled Tephra's endless shore. But this False Rapture had never been enough - he had never been able to recapture the alien feelings she has summoned within him. Suddenly he finds her right where he left her, the same stupid boy under the weight of a few more years, a few new scars. Passing her by, leaving her to bathe in peace is not an option. He almost hopes she never looks his way, that here he can stand forever as an observer of pale, river-washed skin and averted eyes. "Rapture," he groans against his own wishes as he has so many times into the dark, the name rolling with minor key cadence off his fumbling tongue. Before him was set the creature who had first captivated him, drawn him in, and subdue the fire within his eternally ignited core. Her winter-blue coat is slicked tight to her swells and valleys, and the memories of repressed flinches and gentle bravery which had stamped her onto his young subconscious rock his gut. He stiffens and is ashamed of it, but he would not leave her on the riverbank again. The irony of their reversed rolls is lost on him- just as everything else which is not her is lost on him now. He finds her held by the rivers current while he stands, overwhelmed, his mismatched eyes begging her to recognize him - to give him what he unknowingly gave her in their first chance meeting on the riverbank. He had told Kolera he wasn't a Lost Boy anymore, but that had been a lie. Levi so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. @[Rapture] well that went downhill quickly, feel free to take it a different direction or use her traits in any way RE: love is a promise made of smoke [rapture] - Rapture - 02-17-2018 Rapture somewhere between the sand and the stardust She is the picture of serenity, the blue and white mare standing against the current, haloed by sunshine. But her mind and heart are far from serene. With her pale blue eyes closed against the sun, she doesn't see his approach. Doesn't see him falter in the river’s bank. The very one who so often has her thoughts in such disarray. It isn't until she hears her name uttered in that rough, familiar cadence that she realizes she is not alone. there is a pulse that echoes of you and I RE: love is a promise made of smoke [rapture] - Levi - 02-19-2018 He should have looked harder for her- waited for her by the river for as long as it took. The stallion he should have been would have left Tephra to find her, paced the riverbank the way he paced along the ocean, he would have found her before years had passed. Years. She could have children by now (little did he know that two of his own are currently developing, warm and fragile in their mother's wombs), she could have her own kingdom. All that doesn't matter- he tells himself rashly as her eyes meet his. The river has brought them together again, she had no father, lover, or child by her side now. The lightness he remembers is replaced by something which mimics his own unrest and he doesn't want to see that defeated look anymore - much less be the cause of it. "You're sorry?" The question comes out with a surprised laugh as he strides forward to meet her in the shallows. "Don't steal my lines," he says, pressing his muzzle into her cheek, inhaling her wild, clean scent. Her hesitation is palpable, but it doesn't discourage him - no stallions musk or kingdom signature clings to her skin, just the soft autumn breeze and sparkling river-water. The last time felt this light was before Karaugh, before his father took the throne and he had all the expectations of a King placed on his broad shoulders. He knows he should pull his face away, that he has overstepped the greeting of friends as his pale muzzle drags across her jawline and he dims the flames along his crest so they will not cause her discomfort. He wonders if she understands her power, this gentle woman; her closeness his a warm, honey serum spreading through his bloodstream - he would tell her of her power someday if she would let him. Regardless of his shaky feelings, if she pulled away from him he would stay where he stood, he would not pressure her - and when he speaks his voice is low and encouraging in a way which surprises him. "I don't want you to be sorry, Rapture. Can you say you've missed me, or have I got it all wrong?" Because I missed you, and maybe it's a mistake that I'm not saying it now. Levi so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. RE: love is a promise made of smoke [rapture] - Rapture - 02-20-2018 Rapture somewhere between the sand and the stardust In the face of temptation, she has always proven far too weak. But even so, fear cannot seemed to stay her. This entire time she had hidden away here, haunting the darkest depths of the forest and the slick banks of this river, she had known her resistance would falter the moment she laid eyes on him again. Perhaps it is why she had stayed away. Even though she could have found him so easily, she had stayed away. He is so much better off without her. She would be an anchor about his neck, a girl living in a world too harsh for her peace of mind. He could hurt her so easily. there is a pulse that echoes of you and I |