10-30-2018, 06:35 PM
His lips start to groom along the edges of her neck and shoulder, offering comfort as she speaks. Her chest heaves against his as she sighs, as she takes her deep breaths, as she steadies herself. He just keeps nibbling, using both his teeth and his tongue where he could reach, stretching himself even a bit to get at the base of her wings. It was the one spot that he pulled feathers out of now and again when he had to use a tree trunk or something else to itch along that area. It had always felt so glorious when he managed to get that one tiny spot, so he made sure to run his teeth over it, just in case.
His ears flickers as he listens, content to let her do almost all of the talking for now. Until, until she brings her daughter up. He stills his motions, his breath warm along the slope of her back. His heart breaks for her, shatters into pieces right there in his chest for her and her daughter. Amazement colors of the edges of it (he had never thought emotions could get this messy. His were almost always in control).
It’s easy to be in control when you only have yourself.
“He kicked you out...and your daughter? Like his daughter too?” His mind whirling a bit more, some things falling into place here and there. The brisk air of an autumn breeze blowing through his mane, and pushing his forelock back from his eyes. “Lily….did….are you pregnant?” His own little nickname for her falling from his lips. He wants to back up, to see her eyes, but he knows he will see only pain and frankly he didn’t want her to see the anger boiling in his.
He works hard to keep his body loose, to sending soft touches along her back. Hoping beyond hope that the bastard hadn’t kicked out his unborn child as well. Because well, then, all bets might be off. “Well, you have to find a place to live, you are going to have to move on. It’s going to be hard, but you won’t be alone because now you got me.” He would have smiled a rogueishly charming smile had they been looking at each other. “And I’m going to do my best to help you along, because we’re friends now and that’s what you do.”
He stills his mouth along her back, holding his lips pressed against her skin, nostrils flaring slightly. “As much as you don’t want to tell her, you have to. She’s going to be mad and sad and broken like you for a while, but kids are strong. She will be okay.” He almost laughs. Look at him, he made it out of the Cove and likes to think he is somewhat normal. His first two years of his life had been there amongst his grandfather’s rules and odd tendencies.
His ears flickers as he listens, content to let her do almost all of the talking for now. Until, until she brings her daughter up. He stills his motions, his breath warm along the slope of her back. His heart breaks for her, shatters into pieces right there in his chest for her and her daughter. Amazement colors of the edges of it (he had never thought emotions could get this messy. His were almost always in control).
It’s easy to be in control when you only have yourself.
“He kicked you out...and your daughter? Like his daughter too?” His mind whirling a bit more, some things falling into place here and there. The brisk air of an autumn breeze blowing through his mane, and pushing his forelock back from his eyes. “Lily….did….are you pregnant?” His own little nickname for her falling from his lips. He wants to back up, to see her eyes, but he knows he will see only pain and frankly he didn’t want her to see the anger boiling in his.
He works hard to keep his body loose, to sending soft touches along her back. Hoping beyond hope that the bastard hadn’t kicked out his unborn child as well. Because well, then, all bets might be off. “Well, you have to find a place to live, you are going to have to move on. It’s going to be hard, but you won’t be alone because now you got me.” He would have smiled a rogueishly charming smile had they been looking at each other. “And I’m going to do my best to help you along, because we’re friends now and that’s what you do.”
He stills his mouth along her back, holding his lips pressed against her skin, nostrils flaring slightly. “As much as you don’t want to tell her, you have to. She’s going to be mad and sad and broken like you for a while, but kids are strong. She will be okay.” He almost laughs. Look at him, he made it out of the Cove and likes to think he is somewhat normal. His first two years of his life had been there amongst his grandfather’s rules and odd tendencies.