09-22-2017, 09:24 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Ciri ventures through the forest towards Amet and his amber eyes fall on her when she is only a few yards away. His chest seems to rattle beneath the momentum behind his heart but he's still able to give her a sheepish grin, to ask her if they can talk. She seems off-put or concerned, perhaps a bit of suspicion in her swirled silver eyes, and it puts the gilded stallion even more on edge. He shifts his weight from side to side, the low-hanging wisteria boughs threatening to brush against his neck and head.
"Everything will be okay," he finally says, his voice a quite whisper, "if you agree to stay in Hyaline with me." His amber eyes search hers frantically, knowing full well that she will have an immediate rebuttal for his request, "Before you say no..."
He steps to the side so that she can see beyond him and into the wisteria den. He looks back at his creation proudly for a moment before his gaze turns back to the scarred mare who had made herself an important piece of Hyaline. He couldn't just watch her walk away now; not after he had cared for her, had grown accustomed to seeing her smile... not when she makes his heart beat faster and his mouth dry whenever his bright eyes settle on her. The Dragon King pivots slightly, standing perpendicular between Ciri and the private lair he'd created for them.
"It's cheesy, I know," he admits with an amused grimace, though he hopes with all of his heart that she will love it. With a quiet nicker, the gold and bronze beast tosses his head to the side and gives her a sly smile. "After you, akmar," the pet name from his homeland slipping effortlessly from Amet's lips.
Amet
@[Ciri]