let my shadows prove the sunshine
The cold mist that lazily hangs over the river soaks into his skin, dampening the gold and ivory of his coat with a soft sheen. The stark white and sky blue of his mane clings to the curvature of his muscular neck, a soft hum in his throat as her familiar voice reaches his ears. His eyes are closed in contentment as he embraces her, pulling her to him and smiling softly as the warmth of her pure white skin touches his own. He finds it odd that she repeats her own name to him, but his eyes remain close and he merely replies with a deep hmm, far too focused on inhaling her familiar scent than to question why she would repeat her own name.
She doesn’t return his embrace, but he doesn’t think it as strange - the last time they were together was many years ago, and it was when he had first discovered his other skin. It had been a terrifying ordeal for both of them, and perhaps he shouldn’t invade her personal space as he so carelessly does now, but he clings to her familiarity selfishly. Only when she begins to speak does Svedka’s eyes flick open in surprise, his brow immediately furrowing and taking a sweeping step back to gaze at her confusedly. For a moment he wonders if this is not Ilma at all, just an extremely perfect lookalike (another shifter, perhaps?) and distrust clouds his gaze.
“Yes,” he answers slowly, his brilliant blue gaze scanning her worriedly. Despite his uncertainty, he cannot help reaching towards her to brush his mouth across her pale and perfect cheek, sadness finding every edge of his handsome face. “You...you don’t remember?” His voice is soft against her skin, gentle but heavy with realization.
There is a pause between them, where silence encompasses all around them save for the sound of rushing water beside them. It grows and Svedka allows it, as if his touch alone would bring back lost memories.
“What do you remember?” His sturdy touch remains, his lips pressing against her face as he whispers sadly to her. Who did this to you?
svedka
@[Ilma]