keep a little fire burning; solace

[Smoak]

Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.

His heart soars as he gallops behind her, the pair streaking swiftly beneath the bright sunlight, their tails billowing out behind them. Smoak makes sure to stay close, his muzzle snaking out occasionally to push at Solace's flank and threaten playfully to run by her, but they both know that he would be lost in this place without her, and he wouldn't want to leave her in his dust, anyway. The verdant meadow is beautiful, but it's the blue-tinted mare that holds his attention and when she tosses her head over her shoulder to grin happily at him, the bone-armored colt returns the favor without question.

"Yeah, yeah," he responds with gentle laughter, "you know you always win."

He winks at Solace, his grin remaining and his heartbeat racing as she suddenly moves to close the distance between them, her painted neck wrapping itself around his and Smoak leans his champagne frame back into her, tucking his head around her neck and pulling her closely to him. His hazel eyes are drawn to her spine and the glowing dorsal stripe that appears in moments of unfettered emotion. He smiles to himself, heart full with the thought that it could be entirely because of him, though it thinks it likely that the news of her father and her own Queenship may have something to do with it.

Her request catches him off guard and for a moment, the champagne stallion is silent, though he does not let her pull away from him, should she try. Finally, he whispers incredulously to her, "There's no way I was staying in Tephra without you, Lace," the confession full of truth and softened with a hint of amusement. "You're stuck with me."

Smoak

@[Solace] ♥