[private] Out with the golden we sew // Warrick

[Kagerus]

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and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times

What he has to say about Sylva and their chaos passes completely over my head as the words I need to say come to the tip of my tongue, jostling for position nervously. Perhaps if I had a leveler head, I would be able to at least offer some trivial bit of information in return - but as his blue-tipped ears flick forwards in interest to the beginning of my spiel, I know he'll forgive me the absent-mindedness.

At first, a slight frown colours his expression, and I feel as though I will be sick. I miscalculated the nature of our relationship, he's going to say no, you'll be banned from Hyaline, abort abort abort abortabortabort --

But the expression softens to one of surprise, mouth slightly open - a good look for a king - and eyes blinking a little more than usual. As I come to the end of my words, tears threatening to spill, I figure that if he is to kill me now - for surely I must die for being wrongly in love with his daughter - that at least he can tell Solace it was in pursuit of her that I breathed my life.

(Seriously, enough with the melodrama! Listen, he's not even mad you foolish girl.)

My own mouth drops open upon hearing his words, but I click it shut quickly as I realize that I'd better pull it together if I want this to continue in the manner it's going. Shushing all the wound-up voices in my head, I take on a serious expression myself, stepping closer to Warrick - because what we speak of is intimate, and our voices are low; somber murmurs of love in a time when such a thing is scarce.

If you are her happiness, who am I to argue?

And in this moment, I know that I am - and even when I shall find out that she is pregnant with another man's children, that knowledge will remain steadfast. We are each others. A resplendent smile of gratitude spreads my dark lips, my head nodding as a choked sound of agreement comes from my constricting throat as the tears continue to come. When he mentions our loves for her rivaling however, I outright laugh - though it sounds somewhat like a sob, too.

"I could never hope to love her as you do, Warrick. But I hope that one day I could earn even a morsel of that affection from you." My voice comes more steadily now, and my eyes clear of tears; but as they look up into Warrick's, they speak what my mouth cannot: I see you as a father figure. Despite the fact of our ages (I may well be older than the king), he is Solace's father, and I look to him in the same way that she does.

"I'm glad you see it that way, because it's true," I murmur, smiling more easily now that the tension has completely left the air of our conversation. "She means everything to me." My world, my star, my galaxy - it is the void of her being that welcomes my drifting, chaotic soul with soothing and comforting words. There is no where I would rather lay my head than the soft crest of her celestial bosom.

Shifting my weight, I glance behind me, and then back to the pegasus. "Thank you so much for seeing me, Warrick, and for... Listening." I smile a little. "We will definitely be in contact again, about Sylva, and our warriors - and the love that ties us both to Solace now, too. But I'd best be getting back to her." The last sentence reveals the nerves I have at leaving my lover's side, even though I force myself to do so often for the benefit of Hyaline. But Warrick will understand, of that I am sure.

I hesitate only a moment, with my eyes locked on his, before stepping forward and pressing my muzzle to the curve of his left shoulder, our chests gently connecting - a physical touch very unlike that one's we'd shared during battle. "Thank you, sir," I murmur there, between the threads of his navy mane. Then, stepping back and meeting his gaze significantly one more time, I turn to head home, to tell Solace of the good news.

@[Warrick] Thought I would wrap this up <3