The sun, moon, and stars.

COTY

QOTY

"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura

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[private] The sun, moon, and stars. | Zephyr

Krigare

Poet

#11

11-01-2017, 05:53 PM

He folds into her like sand beneath dark tides. Krigare wishes he could eat her pain like candy, wishes he could wash away every impure thought she had about herself. But all the stallion could do was try and understand. All he could do now was be there for her.

"It shall be ours if we wish it to be. Blood and bones mean nothing when there is love dearest Zephyr. Nothing."

He pulls away from her, tests the sight he feels she has. If she could see him she would see what he had put himself through for her. For them. The scars that littered his body, the hurt that once burned marks into his chest. The overall hell he had allowed himself to suffer for what he wanted most in the world.

Her.

"We shall have our ups and downs as the hills go...but I can promise you I will fight my hardest to keep me with you."