10-27-2017, 11:09 AM
He can only look east with rise of a pale moon and hope that she would ache for him. Never would the dark man impose and make himself bothersome, never would he distract her gold eyes away from what drove her. He would wait for the day that she would tire from the weight of the crown. He would stand by her despite the absence and doubt that crept just beyond the bone cage in his chest.
But tonight, with the ivory goddess high in the sky, she moves under the silver silk. He stands not far off from where the cave swallows the light. He waits for her as his true equine form, his mane lifting with the slight breeze, a touch of a smile on his lips. He breathes sharply when he drinks in the gold eyes and exhales into her mane when she melts into him like he has been holding his breath for ages. The larger male moves so swiftly to fold against her in a tender but hungry embrace. He had been starved to near exhaustion of her scent, her skin, her love, since they had last spent an evening together.
But he was a patient man.
When the woman lifts her gaze, his silver meets hers equally as he captures her eyes with his own, cupping her face if only he were human. The world could burn to ash around him and if only his like vision was of her face then he would be happy to burn with her.
"You know I will wait for you, Nayl." He speaks low, breathing her in deeply, biting back at his need to protect her, to possess her beneath the pallid moon. "I know you will also find a successor." He is not sure what else to say but he knows he does not want to spend any more time away from her. Lior resolves himself to be her shadow and to keep her side warm every night she will allow him. The cave was cool, dark, and safe but it is hollow without her touch. Lior moves to lip at the fringe of her mane with small, tender little tugs.
But tonight, with the ivory goddess high in the sky, she moves under the silver silk. He stands not far off from where the cave swallows the light. He waits for her as his true equine form, his mane lifting with the slight breeze, a touch of a smile on his lips. He breathes sharply when he drinks in the gold eyes and exhales into her mane when she melts into him like he has been holding his breath for ages. The larger male moves so swiftly to fold against her in a tender but hungry embrace. He had been starved to near exhaustion of her scent, her skin, her love, since they had last spent an evening together.
But he was a patient man.
When the woman lifts her gaze, his silver meets hers equally as he captures her eyes with his own, cupping her face if only he were human. The world could burn to ash around him and if only his like vision was of her face then he would be happy to burn with her.
"You know I will wait for you, Nayl." He speaks low, breathing her in deeply, biting back at his need to protect her, to possess her beneath the pallid moon. "I know you will also find a successor." He is not sure what else to say but he knows he does not want to spend any more time away from her. Lior resolves himself to be her shadow and to keep her side warm every night she will allow him. The cave was cool, dark, and safe but it is hollow without her touch. Lior moves to lip at the fringe of her mane with small, tender little tugs.
I want you to remember