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I'm straining to reach the light on the surface; Levi, birthing - Rapture - 11-20-2018 The heavy heat of the Tephran clime presses thickly against the ashen blue and white of her skin, cloying and comforting all at once. It has become almost familiar now, the air tasting of home. Of familiarity. It is almost enough to mask the fear that has become a nearly living thing inside her, to soothe memories of a too recent trauma. Make me a promise that time won't erase us That we were not lost from the start Rapture @[Levi] RE: I'm straining to reach the light on the surface; Levi, birthing - Levi - 12-04-2018 He is not there as soon as he should have been; he has grown languid in his duties as her keeper. As her fatigue seemed to grow so did the fire stallion's appetite for wandering. She rests on their secludes island and he traces the shores of Tephra and sometimes further, his dark and brooding eyes avoiding those of others and his stride held an energy and purpose. It would be hard to tell had no end in mind. But still, he was back with her every night to make sure she and his growing child in her womb were safe and warm. Almost every night. She never asked where he had been, a gentle pleading of her soft, blue eyes was the worst she ever gave him. A wicked grin was the worst he ever gave her. But whatever she may think he had remained true. Although they had never agreed to such a thing, although he had no idea if their bargain would last beyond the dawn. The pale hollows of her stir his loins the same way her robust curves had. The fragility of her, the soft yielding to his advances, ignite the fire in his belly and his need to have her - to keep her. He had yet to look beyond her for company of any sort in the last year. They had a rhythm and he had always been a creature of habit. By the time he finds her in the jungle their son has been born, and his sweat soaked blue-bird rises to stand. Parting ferns and fronds, he comes to stand beside her pressing into her for support as he admires the blinking colt who seems healthy enough. But something is not right, he realizes, as she shudders beside him, and Levi turns abruptly as Rapture's eyes widen and roll in pain. She collapses at his feet and fear strikes him hard and true in his heart. He is willingly her servant again, frantically trying to help yet feeling useless, ready to repentant of his wandering and willing to sacrifice it all - as it would have made a difference. But zealous dread soon turns to happiness as her pain gains context. A second child. "Rapture," he breathes her name, covering her neck and face with hot and urgent kisses as she cleans them. They seem healthy, both beautiful in their own way, but his attentions are completely absorbed by their delicate mother. Levi so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. RE: I'm straining to reach the light on the surface; Levi, birthing - Rapture - 12-06-2018 “Levi,” she whispers, her voice a desperate ache. The fear had become a living thing inside her breast, tangling her thoughts and squeezing her heart until she wonders how she might bare it. She had worried he would not come. That her strength would falter and he would not be there to catch her. She had feared for her children, for their safety in such a merciless world. Make me a promise that time won't erase us That we were not lost from the start Rapture RE: I'm straining to reach the light on the surface; Levi, birthing - Levi - 12-21-2018
He doesn't see the way she is broken - she hides it well - and what few cracks he can feel make her perfect for him. He feeds off the way she needs him, even in this desperate moment, as she pants his name and the pain causes her sides to shudder. She is flawless, and his; it would be a lie to say he didn't love her. In his own selfish way. He had never had something all to himself before her. He had been given a taste for it when he kept Karaugh in her prison - but that was nothing like this. Kauragh had been a used up old bat ripe with someone else's bastard when he took her. She had hissed and showed her teeth, and taming her had been a rewarding challenge. But it was not what he truly wanted. He wants her - Rapture - she is soft and content and that's all he ever sees of her. She makes him forget everyone else who ever left him. She is the safe place he always comes back to. She falls, and he gently places her head down on the warm earth, checking first for any stones. His gaze lingers on her features, finally restful, and while concern still grips him, the tall beast steps back and allows her a moment to sleep. His attention turns to the two foals, yet his ears remain trained on Rapture as his mismatched gaze evaluates their offspring. Cautiously, he approaches the children and the flames along his crest dim as the boy blinks up at him. But he reaches for the filly first, lipping away any trace of film which Rapture had missed. When in turn she tilts her delicate face up to his, a puff of warm air leaves his nostrils and something inside of him softens. Still silent, the stallion sinks to his knees in the soft loam, bringing himself to her height and their faces together. He nips her cheek playfully, more lips than teeth, drawing his muzzle back quickly afterward as he admires everything about his first daughter. Levi so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache. RE: I'm straining to reach the light on the surface; Levi, birthing - Ferran - 01-02-2019 i'm told that to be human i must stand still It’s exhilarating, this world. Bright and heavy and slightly uncomfortable, but still so thrilling. So much more than the endless warmth and dark, the soft weight of her brother pressed against her. Too many things to see and feel and touch. Overwhelming, but in the most glorious of ways. ferran RE: I'm straining to reach the light on the surface; Levi, birthing - Firen - 01-04-2019 Firen, he is told, and he likes his name because it sounds like hers. The little black colt doesn't bother to open his eyes at first he simply explores her mind and is content to take in the world second hand. She finds it thrilling, and her excitement touches him in the wordless way her thoughts filter into his mind. But as he tastes what she is feeling his own body is rigid with growing anxiety. Everything was different. Everything that wasn't her, was strange. But mother's soft touch comforts him and he finally does feel the need to open his dark lids to see his heavenly Mother Creature. The three of them were one only moments ago, and if he was making the decisions they would go back to that as soon as possible. But her touch quiets the rapid rhythm of his heart, and he takes a cue from his sibling. Different isn't always bad. As the black colt looks around for the first time, a garish brightness draws his blinking red eyes, sensitive and new as they are. He looks to the creature which nuzzles her, something like panic and confusion bubbling up in his narrow chest as he wonders what will happen next. A deep fumble comes from the chest of the one called Father, and it is only through the touch of his sisters mind that he knows this is laughter. Father doesn't like the way he ... cowers... Firen knows as the stormy thought of his sire press into his tender, new mind. The frail colt shakes his head violently at this, he didn't like these thoughts at all. He liked his sister's thoughts, his mothers. He didn't want to have Father in his mind too. But Father isn't thinking about him anymore once Ferran bites (!!) him. There isn't much time for him to fear before, to his immense relief, the thoughts which come his way from the fiery male only grow lighter. And he doesn't have to look at the stallion's face to know he is smiling. But Ferran's is not done there. What a day. Firen is just thinking Mother has the right idea, they should all take a nap, when his sister begins to wobble and use her legs in a way that had never crossed his mind. Wide-eyed and worried, he looks to mother as Ferran falls, hoping he can catch her eye and receive a lovely, soothing touch once again. |