06-21-2017, 09:02 AM
He could never be angry. Anger doesn’t suit him. He’s unfamiliar with the emotion itself and it rarely rears its ugly head into Warrick’s mind. No, he is too selfless for anger and instead dives into a state of guilt and defeat, realizing that even though he had told himself that Tang would not ever be one to stay with him, only him, he let himself entertain the thought, let it consume him and comfort him in his loneliness. No one has caused the tension but himself – he is extremely self-aware and logical in that fact, thus when he greets Tang, it is with concern and a little bit of sadness, but anger is the furthest from his mind. He frowns a bit knowing that she had been so frightened to think he would be upset with her, but he wonders now if she was more frightened at how fragile he really seems to be.
When his words leave him, so quiet and so hesitant, yet extremely certain and sure, as they tumble from the indigo of his lips, he feels the tension in her body relax. She pushes into him as he pulls her towards him, an embrace that has been long overdue. She begins to speak, her voice no longer frantic and unlike herself, but calm and beautiful, like he remembers. He buries his head further into the black and ivory of her mane, their colors spilling over his neck and melting with his own. She does not know how much his body aches to hear those words, longing to be valued and cherished, even if it was only friendship – a need he has gone so long without. However, he knows that though her confession causes his heart to swell - ‘Your soul – is loved by mine,’ - it will have a limitation. He ignores that sense of foreboding for now, feeling her smile into his skin, soft and gentle, a velvet smooth brush against him.
Her smile fades as the mingling of her soul against his diminishes, fading back into herself and becoming meek and small against his body. It concerns him that she curls herself into him, almost afraid to continue her confession that he already knew she must tell him. In encouragement, he takes a step back so that her head rests against the strength of his neck, letting his muzzle rest sturdily beneath where her jawbone and throat meet, feeling her pulse rapidly beat against him. He does not need to tell her to continue; he feels the ragged breath she takes as she inhales, and then the words come rushing out.
‘I cannot promise you anything.’
Warrick knows this, but it seems so final, so bitter, as it leaves the pale of her lips. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, focusing on the tingling sensation of her mane against his face.
She knows him, probably far more than she realizes, just as he knows her. She knows what he needs, what his soul calls for, just as he understands hers.
“I will carry your heart in mine,” he says weakly, wishing that there was some other way that this could turn out, but it is impossible; he could not force her to stay with him always, just as she could not force him to live as freely as she does. His breath is warm against her patterned skin; his chest turning as he realizes that this might be their last moments together for a while – it was unknown, how their relationship would blossom. It frightened him.
At the same time, he knows that life is too short to be frightened.
He breathes her in, the scent sweet and soft in his nostrils, takes in the courage that she so freely emits. Stepping closer to her, without hesitation, he runs his mouth down the crest of her neck, kissing her skin so softly and tenderly, savoring the taste of her on his lips. “Always,” he murmurs to her, a promise that he knows he will not easily break. His heart begins to thrum even more wildly than before, his lips tracing the ivory and gold patterns of her withers now, slowly extending his reach as he begins to explore her spine, his kisses so purposeful in their placement.
The truth.
“We have each other now, in this moment – let’s not think of the future anymore…”
When his words leave him, so quiet and so hesitant, yet extremely certain and sure, as they tumble from the indigo of his lips, he feels the tension in her body relax. She pushes into him as he pulls her towards him, an embrace that has been long overdue. She begins to speak, her voice no longer frantic and unlike herself, but calm and beautiful, like he remembers. He buries his head further into the black and ivory of her mane, their colors spilling over his neck and melting with his own. She does not know how much his body aches to hear those words, longing to be valued and cherished, even if it was only friendship – a need he has gone so long without. However, he knows that though her confession causes his heart to swell - ‘Your soul – is loved by mine,’ - it will have a limitation. He ignores that sense of foreboding for now, feeling her smile into his skin, soft and gentle, a velvet smooth brush against him.
Her smile fades as the mingling of her soul against his diminishes, fading back into herself and becoming meek and small against his body. It concerns him that she curls herself into him, almost afraid to continue her confession that he already knew she must tell him. In encouragement, he takes a step back so that her head rests against the strength of his neck, letting his muzzle rest sturdily beneath where her jawbone and throat meet, feeling her pulse rapidly beat against him. He does not need to tell her to continue; he feels the ragged breath she takes as she inhales, and then the words come rushing out.
‘I cannot promise you anything.’
Warrick knows this, but it seems so final, so bitter, as it leaves the pale of her lips. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, focusing on the tingling sensation of her mane against his face.
She knows him, probably far more than she realizes, just as he knows her. She knows what he needs, what his soul calls for, just as he understands hers.
“I will carry your heart in mine,” he says weakly, wishing that there was some other way that this could turn out, but it is impossible; he could not force her to stay with him always, just as she could not force him to live as freely as she does. His breath is warm against her patterned skin; his chest turning as he realizes that this might be their last moments together for a while – it was unknown, how their relationship would blossom. It frightened him.
At the same time, he knows that life is too short to be frightened.
He breathes her in, the scent sweet and soft in his nostrils, takes in the courage that she so freely emits. Stepping closer to her, without hesitation, he runs his mouth down the crest of her neck, kissing her skin so softly and tenderly, savoring the taste of her on his lips. “Always,” he murmurs to her, a promise that he knows he will not easily break. His heart begins to thrum even more wildly than before, his lips tracing the ivory and gold patterns of her withers now, slowly extending his reach as he begins to explore her spine, his kisses so purposeful in their placement.
The truth.
“We have each other now, in this moment – let’s not think of the future anymore…”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
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