She can sense him before she smells him. He is like electricity in the air before lightning strikes. She can feel her skin tingling under his gaze.
Blue, blue eyes rotate to meet the stallion's own as the hurt lingers just below the surface like a starving barracuda. Her gentle features are a reflection of the pain, creased and accusing. Ears easily catch his words in their flat manner but Maribel chooses to not say anything back just yet. Her attention returns to Taiga and she sighs deeply. "Romek..." The voice is soft and fleeting as it is easily lose on the cool autumn breeze. Lids fall over the glassy eyes as though she labors to speak. "I've missed you."
There.
She said it.
Mari does not look back to him in fear he does not reciprocate the words and the porcelain woman needed to be strong or at least mimic it.
Do with it what you will.
Blue, blue eyes rotate to meet the stallion's own as the hurt lingers just below the surface like a starving barracuda. Her gentle features are a reflection of the pain, creased and accusing. Ears easily catch his words in their flat manner but Maribel chooses to not say anything back just yet. Her attention returns to Taiga and she sighs deeply. "Romek..." The voice is soft and fleeting as it is easily lose on the cool autumn breeze. Lids fall over the glassy eyes as though she labors to speak. "I've missed you."
There.
She said it.
Mari does not look back to him in fear he does not reciprocate the words and the porcelain woman needed to be strong or at least mimic it.
Do with it what you will.