05-22-2017, 06:10 AM
To him, the place he’s brought her is extremely intimate. It was like he was showing her yet another secret, another side to himself that he had kept hidden and now has led her to it. It was symbolic and meant to be cherished, a gift to her that he knew she would appreciate for days to come. Perhaps it was also a last attempt, a grasp at straws, at bidding his time with her and maybe, just maybe, she would forget that spring was here. Maybe she would forget her promise to Bristol and she would stay here with him in this hidden cavern until stars fell from the sky or they were both taken up by stardust.
She loves it. He can tell. His heart swells with joy as her eyes widen and she gasps, her voice trailing off as she takes in the mystery and beauty around her. He had shown no one and has only enjoyed the spot by himself; the breathtaking views were much more stunning with her sharing the moment with him. He continues to watch her reaction, standing beside her with a charismatic smile on his cobalt lips. He knew she would love it. Her voice is filled with admiration and gratitude, though as she continues he can sense the hesitancy in her voice. His presence, this night, was making her uncertain about leaving, he realizes. With a gentle huff, he presses his navy lips against the smooth skin of her golden and cream cheek, comforting her with small, hushing caresses.
“This is why you must explore,” he says quietly against her skin, his voice tight yet solid (as always) as it reverberates deeply off the cavern walls and rumbles into her very being. His eyes are still on her, their cerulean depths glittering with a type of longing, an ache that yearns to be relieved. “What I have shown you is just a small part of this wide world – there is more to see, there are others to show you…” Warrick’s voice trails off and his mouth closes, his eyes falling downcast as they become shrouded by a hooded brow in thought. He was not going to pretend to be excited about her upcoming trek to the Lake, but he knew it was only fair that he encourages her as she has encouraged him.
He doesn’t tell her that it might be impossible for him to visit her. With the recent calamity in Pangea, the residents there are out searching for a new place to live. Ellyse seems to have disappeared into the night (this thought pains him – another one gone – but he brushes it aside), and with the quiet calm over Tephra, the bay stallion was worried about who would be here to help Lucrezia if something terrible were to happen. He cannot tell Tang this – he knew she would not leave if he did. So instead, he whuffles softly into her skin, realizing that he had subconsciously made his way from her cheek to the corner of her golden lips. The stark navy of his own rests there, lingering precariously.
“Perhaps if I visit, you will have something to show me that I have never seen,” he says gently, his breath warm against her lips, a closeness that felt natural and comfortable. A quick moment passes and with the flickering of his eyelids closing, he softly presses his lips against hers. Gently, tenderly, he then says: “Tephra will seem dimmer without you.” He wonders what it will be like in the months that she is not here, and whether the darkness of doubt will creep back and bring him into its obscure depths.
It was a goodbye, of sorts. For he knew she would not accept an actual goodbye from him. He smiles into her warm skin. She would probably be angry with him if he even utters the word ‘goodbye’.
The sun and the moon, they were.
She loves it. He can tell. His heart swells with joy as her eyes widen and she gasps, her voice trailing off as she takes in the mystery and beauty around her. He had shown no one and has only enjoyed the spot by himself; the breathtaking views were much more stunning with her sharing the moment with him. He continues to watch her reaction, standing beside her with a charismatic smile on his cobalt lips. He knew she would love it. Her voice is filled with admiration and gratitude, though as she continues he can sense the hesitancy in her voice. His presence, this night, was making her uncertain about leaving, he realizes. With a gentle huff, he presses his navy lips against the smooth skin of her golden and cream cheek, comforting her with small, hushing caresses.
“This is why you must explore,” he says quietly against her skin, his voice tight yet solid (as always) as it reverberates deeply off the cavern walls and rumbles into her very being. His eyes are still on her, their cerulean depths glittering with a type of longing, an ache that yearns to be relieved. “What I have shown you is just a small part of this wide world – there is more to see, there are others to show you…” Warrick’s voice trails off and his mouth closes, his eyes falling downcast as they become shrouded by a hooded brow in thought. He was not going to pretend to be excited about her upcoming trek to the Lake, but he knew it was only fair that he encourages her as she has encouraged him.
He doesn’t tell her that it might be impossible for him to visit her. With the recent calamity in Pangea, the residents there are out searching for a new place to live. Ellyse seems to have disappeared into the night (this thought pains him – another one gone – but he brushes it aside), and with the quiet calm over Tephra, the bay stallion was worried about who would be here to help Lucrezia if something terrible were to happen. He cannot tell Tang this – he knew she would not leave if he did. So instead, he whuffles softly into her skin, realizing that he had subconsciously made his way from her cheek to the corner of her golden lips. The stark navy of his own rests there, lingering precariously.
“Perhaps if I visit, you will have something to show me that I have never seen,” he says gently, his breath warm against her lips, a closeness that felt natural and comfortable. A quick moment passes and with the flickering of his eyelids closing, he softly presses his lips against hers. Gently, tenderly, he then says: “Tephra will seem dimmer without you.” He wonders what it will be like in the months that she is not here, and whether the darkness of doubt will creep back and bring him into its obscure depths.
It was a goodbye, of sorts. For he knew she would not accept an actual goodbye from him. He smiles into her warm skin. She would probably be angry with him if he even utters the word ‘goodbye’.
The sun and the moon, they were.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Tangerine]
I'm gonna miss them so much! D: