He is always with him.
Maybe not quite beside him but in a dream at least if not in the flesh.
Plodding down a dusty trail.
Together.
Hips aligned for every bug-bothered swish of a tail.
Together.
Abysm could never just leave his father.
Rapt was so much more than that word alone to his son. Both mother and god. He was life and no matter how far apart they stood from one another, Abysm would always worship every sunlit whorl of hair on his father’s skin. Love would forever be on his lips. A hymn of devotion dedicated to the stallion that miraculously gave birth to him - fathermothergod.
Today wakes him from a dream he cannot remember. The fact that it eludes him lends a frown to his young still-forming face. (He could be handsome - one day.) He should have dreamed a favorite dream of his: father and son embracing, father and son grazing side by side, father and son. But he cannot remember and that causes him some distress. Enough to make him shake the rest of the sleep from his eyes and the laziness from his limbs.
Therefore it does not take him long to reach the meadow. It is his father’s preferred haunt and he could have dreamed himself there but that seemed too cheap and easy. Besides, he longed to press his small face to his father’s shoulder in childish comfort. To breathe in that scent of sunlit skin and meadow freshness that always clung to Rapt.
The stallion wasn’t hard to find or easy to lose. That was because he was Abysm’s entire beginning - the saga of sperm finding egg had started here. From there it became fluid and foal and dream - always the dreaming! He had dreamt so long for a mother that he chased after that dream but knew he could never stay away from Rapt for very long.
Father was his way of life.
Father was life!
He lets loose a coltish warble of greeting as he spots his father. Rapt is smiling but his son knows better. It is the messiah’s false message to the world that all is well when it isn’t. So the colt thinks of dreaming the meadow away until it is just the two of them on an endless plain of sunlight. Not yet. Not until he has looked into his father’s eyes and seen him change.
“Dad.”
So significant that one word that spills from his lips.
@[rapt] <3 let me know if I need to change anything!
i would do anything for love,
but i won’t do that