05-22-2018, 02:25 PM
Like her, he had disappeared from. She had not expected him too, because why would he? Father of two boys, the whole world at this feet, and yet, something had driven him away. Was it the same something that had kept him from loving her? Amorette cannot help but to wonder. She hates herself for it, but the ebony woman has to admit that she had been glad that he hadn’t been around when she returned. She had been a mess, and facing him probably wouldn’t have done her any good.
But now he’s back. She has no way around his massive, flaming presence. And she does not know if she should cry, or scream out in joy.
Her feet are frozen as she watches him. He seems lost, broken, as if he has lost his spirit. Yes, his mane and tail are still formed by the flames she knows so well, the flames she has admired more than once, but that seems the only part of him that is alive. Much like the state she’d found him during their one night of passion.
It had always been him. Though she hadn’t realized until that particular night, and its aftermath. He had given her the most wonderful thing in the world, because Byrne is just that in Amore’s eyes, but that does not change that she had longed for more. He is her childhood crush, even though she had already been a young adult when they had first met.
Unable to stop herself, Amorette finds herself approaching him. Her step is hesitant, and slow, but each step brings her nearer. Confusion and hurt show upon her features, but love too. She does still care for him. How could she not? He was her son’s father. But what is she to him? What had she been to him?
“Levi..?” his name leaves her lips questioningly, and her ears swirl around uncertain. She stands completely still, except for her black and golden mane and tail that sway with the soft spring breeze.
@[Levi]
But now he’s back. She has no way around his massive, flaming presence. And she does not know if she should cry, or scream out in joy.
Her feet are frozen as she watches him. He seems lost, broken, as if he has lost his spirit. Yes, his mane and tail are still formed by the flames she knows so well, the flames she has admired more than once, but that seems the only part of him that is alive. Much like the state she’d found him during their one night of passion.
It had always been him. Though she hadn’t realized until that particular night, and its aftermath. He had given her the most wonderful thing in the world, because Byrne is just that in Amore’s eyes, but that does not change that she had longed for more. He is her childhood crush, even though she had already been a young adult when they had first met.
Unable to stop herself, Amorette finds herself approaching him. Her step is hesitant, and slow, but each step brings her nearer. Confusion and hurt show upon her features, but love too. She does still care for him. How could she not? He was her son’s father. But what is she to him? What had she been to him?
“Levi..?” his name leaves her lips questioningly, and her ears swirl around uncertain. She stands completely still, except for her black and golden mane and tail that sway with the soft spring breeze.
@[Levi]