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blood sweat and heartbeats; any - Kensa - 08-28-2019 KENSA we were golden. we were fire. we were magic. — RE: blood sweat and heartbeats; any - Leilan - 08-30-2019 I just want to let you know: my mind refuses to let you go I want to hypnotize you so you will remember me The world is not what it’s supposed to be. Was it ever? Probably not. At any rate, it’s not like he could turn back time and not fall head over heels for her. What’s done is done. He’ll live the rest of his life alone. Not entirely loveless, (or perhaps it’ll be just that), just not together-together, with a lover. Nobody said he couldn’t enjoy the fake warmth of a random stranger in the night. In fact, if they did, would he care? No, he wouldn’t. So what’s stopping him? From anything he wants? Family always stopped him - his mother, his siblings, their offspring, his offspring. No more. That’s right, you heard that. There’s no stopping him. Had the blue mare not been willing to fall for his charms so easily, it probably wouldn’t have stopped him either. Lucky her, she seemed to quite enjoy their time together. But perhaps it’s time to go find her again. He’s never left his family alone after all. When he waltzes down the mountain from his lair, he finds someone else in his way, instead. Kensa. He remembers respect for the woman, an easy conversation in the time before, a motherly approach to a wayward child, also before. Perhaps she won’t like him anymore, but that’s not his problem. He’s only here to fend off intruders after all. If his stormy face and ice-cold gaze do the trick, then so be it… or perhaps, no. It’d be better maybe to be able to lure people in. Look innocent and all. Get a sense of them before showing his teeth. He takes a deep breath where the sabino mare can’t hear. Then, he cleans his facial expression, fully intent on walking past her with just a simple everyday greeting. But when she hears his footfall, she doesn’t seem to be in the mood for everyday conversation. She is as bad as he, today. Interesting. Falling still, behind her for she hasn’t turned her head around, there is a moment in which he can appreciate her beauty without her knowing (sure, he’d teased and complimented her on it before, but acknowledgement and appreciation aren’t the same). But it’s only fleeting seconds. She wants him to say anything at all, she says, and if he doesn’t come up with an answer, she will start to worry or suspect. It’s there on the tip of his tongue. My wife left me. She let me believe she’d come home, but I saw her with another without so much of a word to me at all. What’s new in Kensa-land? He almost says it - but he hates wallowing, and swallows it. Instead, he edges a little closer. ”What sort of distractions are we looking for today?” he asks while lining up parallel to her. His cold scales and hot breath mere inches away from her skin, he wonders if she’ll recognize the change and step away. The edge of danger she may or may not be in, something he hasn’t yet decided if he will cross the line or stay put. Is she the type to play, crosses his mind, or the type to run? Perhaps appoint to him another victim? Surely a loosely-tied dragon can be useful at times. When your fears are cast aside, will you remember me? Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Kensa] RE: blood sweat and heartbeats; any - Kensa - 09-08-2019 KENSA we were golden. we were fire. we were magic. [Leilan] RE: blood sweat and heartbeats; any - Leilan - 09-09-2019 I just want to let you know: my mind refuses to let you go I want to hypnotize you so you will remember me The beautiful sabino mare has been captivating for as long as he remembers (which admittedly is only a year or so); he doesn’t know nor care about her reputation, and frankly wouldn’t have cared about his own. To regret one has to have a conscience, and listen to it as well; something the glazed-over male currently isn’t capable of. If he’d known her thoughts he might have found her endearing, sweet in how much she tries to behave like what has become normal to her, cute how much she would still try to keep him from being miserable. The point however is that he already is miserable, and the only thing to avoid feeling miserable is to not feel anything at all. She understands the concept of faking; she tries and fails, but perhaps it’s not a coupling he was truly after. No, he’s quite certain that the satisfaction he seeks is not sexual - today. Still he appreciates her trying to meet his apparent question, and does not think her lesser for it when she pulls back - in fact perhaps her decision makes her stronger. She jokes her way around it as he would have done not too long ago. He recognizes this and like a good subject, doesn’t comment, imply or even change his expression. He humours her with a shrug. ”Literally anything - hoarding treasure, tricking young ambitious travellers perhaps; kidnapping pretty maidens, maybe eat one instead of returning them for gold.” Sharp, pointy teeth show when he grins to the mare. ”You wouldn’t be interested in a bit of real manhunting for a change, would you?” he asks her then. An unwary horse is a much better price than a mouse, after all. When your fears are cast aside, will you remember me? Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Kensa] sorry for replying so fast, I did all his posts in one roll RE: blood sweat and heartbeats; any - Kensa - 09-26-2019 KENSA we were golden. we were fire. we were magic. — @[Leilan] I'm sorry this is short! I'm going to have to get back into the swing!! RE: blood sweat and heartbeats; any - Leilan - 10-26-2019 You’re uncontrollable and we are unlovable Kensa was a good leader to him - easy to talk to, on the surface level, and neither of them ever dug any deeper because they already knew what would be below the surface. So they had made the silent agreement not to. It worked well for him, that she didn’t check on him regularly, neither he on her. And also, that she hadn’t moved on to any sort of intimacy. That way she had unknowingly ensured he still respected her. Instead they could play this game together. She declared some rules, and he nodded. ”More or less like inviting a guest, then. What kind of a target would you like?” There’s all sorts - the young, the followers, or the fighters - and should they be tied to another region of Beqanna perhaps, or would she rather have one in the Meadow - or even play with her own subjects? He’s smelled one or two males around; perhaps she’d rather indulge in a more powerful way of playing with them, today, instead of the subtle way she was used to. Who knew, right? and I don’t want you to think that I care I never would, I never could again Leilan no. 7 | ice forged in fire @[Kensa] short and late, so, let me know if you want this to continue? Perhaps a new thread? |