for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
He appears only a moment after she calls him and the smile that breaks across her face is radiant. Litotes is incredible, tall and strong, lean and as bright as sunlight on water. She admires him unabashedly, her topaz eyes intent on the smooth motion of his body and the rapidly shrinking distance between them. It is good to forget for a morning that they are unwell, that their home is quiet and sparsely occupied.
Kensa minces a bit when Lie embraces her, excitable, hooves lifting and settling in dewy grass near his own. She rubs her face against the side of his thick neck, the caress firm, she wants to press herself into him. She nibbles his shoulder as he breathes her in, her flaxen tail switching against her hocks as she shifts and stomps. Kensa is coiled tight, and when Lie sinks his teeth into her crest she squeals in protest and pleasure. Snapping at his thin summer hide though her lips only brush against his neck rather than warning him away with a real pinch.
He has never bitten her or claimed her like that, and her heart is racing with thrill and desire that makes her breath quaver. Litotes traces her outline, and she can feel the tension in the touch. The certainty that she wanted to have him close to her unfurls into a need that she had not yet experienced. The little pricklings of desire she has felt in the past are nothing to this, and she dives for it, plunging after the sensation with her trademark recklessness…but it isn’t reckless is it? Not with him, not here in a place that they both love so much.
Cheek to cheek they exchange a breath, and then both draw back so that their mirror eyes can meet. Her name on his lips is soft but husky in a way she hasn’t heard before and her ears flick forward, lashes flutter down, her cheeks flush but she is not shy only overwhelmed by the way her breath catches when he grins at her wickedly. It matches the demand, ancient and intoxicating, that she’d felt under his teeth and though she has always seemed to lead their dances she is now on Litotes’ line, intoxicated.
“Yes, Lie?” She whispers, breathy. What are we doing? she wants to ask, but neither of them will have the answer. Where Hyaline was loud with the sounds of summer only moments again now she just hears their breathing and the rushing of blood in her ears. Whatever he says next will be right, however he touches her will be what she desires, she knows this in a soul deep way and though fear naturally twists inside her it is small and insignificant.
@[litotes]
