you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you
There is a seperate and perfect warmth, different unto itself, in being held by Brigade. He is solid, real, but feels like a dream of the savage wildness come into the form of a man to make her love him. Like a god taking another shape, or perhaps trapped in it. She luckily enough to give him comfort, or to find herself worthy of his attention.
She too is perhaps over tired, to let her thoughts grow so whimsical.
Brigade disputes being beautiful but Kensa takes no offense. She lets him protest, feeling the thunder of his pulse through his skin and wondering at it. Once more she does not press, but gives him the safety that might one day draw off whatever torments try to turn her adoration aside. She does nip his jaw though, bravely keeping herself pressed close when she replies in a whisper, fierce but affectionate. “I’ll have my own opinions.”
In the growing darkness the night is colder, and his next question reaches her she cannot imagine backing out of his embrace to go up into Hyaline. Even if it were midday and warm and her responsibilities weighed heavy she would not go but perhaps saying something like that aloud would be too much for this newly planted thing. Her eyes fall closed as Brigade's lips roam her feminine features. The burgundy stallion's smile is so close to her mouth that an almost accidental touch tells her it is there. She cannot help the smile that blossoms on her own lips just before she presses them against his once more.
“I will stay with you until you wake tomorrow, Brigade. In the morning send me away or I’ll stay right here for hours.” She breathes, grave and almost certain she will actually have to be sent off. She is too consumed by him, and its a terrifying thrilling thing.
Kensa
