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every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior - Djinni - 03-10-2017 djinni current appearance: slim build smoky grullo tobiano sea green eyes visibly pregnant RE: every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior - Lior - 03-10-2017
He is black marble under the eyes of the silver moon. The salt air lifts and tangles the knots in his mane, beckoning him to the water for a gentle kiss with frigid lips. His face is smooth and stoic beneath the pale gaze as he inhales the air with heavy lungs. He thinks of Nayl, their child. He knows he should be standing near her as she sleeps but tonight...tonight she had seemed to understand his desire for an evening walk. The dragon in him could hear her rhythmic breathes, the calm of her ferocious blood even so at this distance. He was never too far. The leather clad male catches the sound of another to his rear. The heavy head swings to look over a shoulder as he is met by Djinni. The genie mare of smoke and foam, magician to Nerine, ruler of Sylva. He watches her with the still unbroken appearance. Lips thin and pressed together, forelock lifted by the occasional salty breeze. His name upon her pretty lips conjures nothing but when she mentions the child, his and Nayl's babe to be...well, he does not fight the lift of his lips into a soft smile. His silver eyes move over her swelling form, the way she shifts her weight in her walk. She too is to be a mother. "May I have the honor of congratulating you as well, Djinni? I know you will have a fine child." His jowls feel rusted, aching slightly with the lack of conversation he typically has but he speaks fluidly now as his pewter gaze drinks her in. The moon light glitters across the dark sands, stretching their shadows behinds them as though it were day. Lior moves, swivels, so he may face the genie. A respectable amount of distance is given as the dark man is wary to crowd another. Have you decided if the child will be raised in Nerine or Sylva?" The question, though possibly invasive or even abrasive, is asked with no qualms from the inky man. His question is met with a direct gaze, his mind calculating the security it would require to ensure a safe home for his own child and queen. Lior has never bothered to respect feelings as much as he has personal space. He asks candidly, directly, assertively. He did not know better. The brooding male advances only a small pace towards the familiar woman. Long limbs easing over the dark sands as he watches her, looking down to meet her eyes. He notes how they like sea glass beneath the moon's hue. A single ear moves within the dark mane towards her, trained and listening for her reply whilst the other was ever roving, always listening for anything that lurked just beyond the reach of the moonlight. I want you to remember RE: every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior - Djinni - 03-10-2017 djinni current appearance: slim build smoky grullo tobiano sea green eyes visibly pregnant RE: every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior - Lior - 03-11-2017
The steel of his eyes drift to where hers linger. Their dark shadows mingle, creating an amusing blob of sharp wings and round bellies. Quite the unappealing shadow creature. An ear still trains to the mare as she speaks, his gaze shifting from the splotch of darkness to her carefully carved features. Lior watches how her face hints at what her words do not vocalize. Djinni is a new mother and Lior can tell that just beyond the cool porcelain mask is a touch of giddy uncertainty. He is a quiet, observant man. Talk less, listen more. "Yes." The dark man agrees with the fog and foam mare. "Nayl would be best to ask, I suppose." He merely nods with quiet resolve. If Djinni thought to confer with the queen, then so be it. A few moments of silence fall between them, the gap filled with the sleepy roll of waves, the occasional hoot of a wayward owl. Lior is finding some peace in his soul in this small moment. "Hm, a babysitter?" The edges of his lips turn upward in a small crest when she mentions it. The other ear swings forward at the mention of Stillwater's name. Lior had yet to really meet this other man though his reputation was starting to precede him. But Lior knew if Djinni had chosen to lay with him then he was at least a decent man at the very least. A low exhale of breath leaves his scarred lips as he listens to the lapping waters against the dark beach. Perhaps it would be a benefit for the children to grow together. Lior does admit to himself that he is looking forward to the sounds of his child's laugh, the patter of tiny hooves through sand. "And your Stillwater, I imagine he shares your elation. Are you having a boy or a girl or are you waiting to see?" Lior knows she is fully capable of knowing but whether she has chosen to accept the knowledge is another matter. Perhaps she wanted it to be a surprise. The dark man could easily ask the same for his own foal but he knows he would rather find out alongside Nayl at it's birth. I want you to remember RE: every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior - Djinni - 03-11-2017 djinni current appearance: slim build smoky grullo tobiano sea green eyes visibly pregnant RE: every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior - Lior - 03-11-2017
A time would come in the near future where the dark stallion and painted queen will need to discuss the responsibilities. She will be queen ever after and Lior? Well he supposes he will be the caretaker. He would never ask Nayl for any less. She was a born queen. In fact, Lior finds a flutter of excitement ripple through his bulk at the idea of spending time, teaching, playing with the child. Who would have suspected the carved marble of a man could be moved by a child? Certainly not he. His features return to their typical place, stoic and undetermined as she mentions that she had not sought out if the sire was happy. Perhaps their rule of Sylva, their child, all in efforts of control...to create a legacy? Lior would not pass judgment for the mare was far smarter than a beast such as he. For a moment he wonders if it was his place to ask. Djinni was a queen after all and he was a mere Queensguard. He reminds himself of his place daily. The mention of a boy-child conjures up another small smile from the inky depths that were his lips. "A son indeed." The male is pleased to hear it. Perhaps the little one will be painted like his mother (he has not seen Stillwater and therefore has no other reference). But it is when the genie has asked of the other children. The bastard creatures of sin. All hints of emotion slip away, the carved black mask replaces the ghost of a smile. "Yes...some ages ago." Lips become tight, silver eyes gripping her in a moment of barely contained rage, sorrow, pain...but then...then he remembers that all of that is gone. Over. They had died out with the memory of Gunsynd. Good fucking riddance. Lior composes himself, relaxing the muscles of his jaw and neck. He inhales...he exhales, steadying the fire in his belly. "You will be an excellent mother, I am sure of it-" He speaks matter-of-factly in the attempt to return to the casual air of their moonlight conversation, "-I am here if you should need any assistance, Queen Djinni." The break of ease has returned him to his formalities. He has not been offered the liberty to address her in an other manner. Silently, the stallion builds the wall in his head, brick by brick. He did not want her to see what was in his mind. "I should hope our children will be able to play together, provided Nayl lets it out of her watchful eye." Lior muses though he is not sure how well Nayl will take to motherhood. Nonetheless. if duty calls then he will take over where she leaves off. This child was wanted...loved already. Lior would not screw this up. I want you to remember RE: every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior - Djinni - 03-11-2017 djinni current appearance: slim build smoky grullo tobiano sea green eyes visibly pregnant RE: every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior - Lior - 03-22-2017 From his birth, he has ben groomed, trained, beaten. He forgets little and speaks even less. Djinni is queen but he would refrain from her title since she has requested it of him. Mercury eyes do not miss the flicker across the delicate features of the mare. Lior finds himself comfortable around her as she seems to be around him. Under the night sky, with the touch of cool air, he breathes deeply. "50 years, you say?" The edges of his lips turn in a slight curl as he notes this fact. She is young, supple and dainty before his eyes but she is far wiser than her appearance. She would know many things and Lior could benefit with a few insightful conversations. Ears are still forward to the woman as he listens to her words flit like lightning bugs beneath the moon. "I am excited." His voice is still low and monotone but he is smiling more openly now, reflecting his emotions across his scarred lips. "I should hope to meet you small one as well one day." He adds with a bit of a nod, already assuming the Sylvian queen will be a fine mother. I want you to remember |