05-29-2018, 03:17 PM
the secret of our world is written in the stars
She sighs, a bit defeated in the fact that he is the only one to accompany her. His smile never fades though, for he is truly happy to be with her and despite the lack of newcomers, she will soon realize that Hyaline is still growing and becoming more of a kingdom everyday thanks to her and Solace’s reign. Her eyes fall downcast however, and not the one to allow such a defeated look to arise on his friend’s expression, he easily puts the bridge of his nose beneath her chin and lifts her head slightly, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. “And when Hyaline is ready, so will you.”
Kagerus easily falls beside him and he is comfortable with the closeness she allows him. The pinkish-pearl of the shell twinkles gently against her horn and the sound creates a smile, which he presses into the thrumming pulse of her throat, where a satisfied hum from his chest resounds. She grooms the slope of his golden and white shoulder, white the pale of his lips brush at the tendrils of onyx and ivory in her mane, a deep inhale relieving from him in a gentle sigh as dusk slowly approaches them.
She thanks him, and his brows rise in amusement, despite her words ending in a yawn. Her idleness is contagious, and his ears flip back slightly as he shifts his weight, a back hoof tilting beneath the comfort of the swaying vines of the willow tree. “Of course,” he replies tenderly, his cerulean gaze peering out from beneath the tree’s branches to see the soft bulbs of fireflies begin to dance from their hiding places, thrilled to be dazzling around in spring time air. Kagerus has stopped grooming him, leaning into his robust figure with as she admits how tired she is. His eyes flicker downward, with a slow blink of his lashes across the blue of his irises, the slow and steady breath of her rhythmically lulling him into sleep. “Rest,” he murmurs, his chin resting on her poll, “rest.” He says again, but this time his voice is nearly a whisper, the sound of awakening crickets chirping in the tall, swaying grasses around them.
Kagerus easily falls beside him and he is comfortable with the closeness she allows him. The pinkish-pearl of the shell twinkles gently against her horn and the sound creates a smile, which he presses into the thrumming pulse of her throat, where a satisfied hum from his chest resounds. She grooms the slope of his golden and white shoulder, white the pale of his lips brush at the tendrils of onyx and ivory in her mane, a deep inhale relieving from him in a gentle sigh as dusk slowly approaches them.
She thanks him, and his brows rise in amusement, despite her words ending in a yawn. Her idleness is contagious, and his ears flip back slightly as he shifts his weight, a back hoof tilting beneath the comfort of the swaying vines of the willow tree. “Of course,” he replies tenderly, his cerulean gaze peering out from beneath the tree’s branches to see the soft bulbs of fireflies begin to dance from their hiding places, thrilled to be dazzling around in spring time air. Kagerus has stopped grooming him, leaning into his robust figure with as she admits how tired she is. His eyes flicker downward, with a slow blink of his lashes across the blue of his irises, the slow and steady breath of her rhythmically lulling him into sleep. “Rest,” he murmurs, his chin resting on her poll, “rest.” He says again, but this time his voice is nearly a whisper, the sound of awakening crickets chirping in the tall, swaying grasses around them.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kagerus]
GOING TO SLEEPY-TOWN