who cares if hell awaits? Romek

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. The blue of her eyes seem to reflect the sky as she seeks his face among all the others. So many new horses moved among the snow drifts, specks against the ice lands. She stands bathed in gold from the morning sun, glistening under an autumn sky of crisp air. Mari pays no notice to the small huffs of frosted cloud as her nostrils rip through the strange scents, seeking his. "Romek?" His name is spoken from between velvet lips. Mari attempted to a call but chose to say his name. It was so much more meaningful than just a silly trumpet of sound to call attention to herself. No. She only meant to call to him, to their children. A smile spreads across her lips as she thinks of the little family they have formed and to the potential bond they may have in the upcoming season. Slender limbs move now to draw her towards the other bands of conversing horses as Rom may be amongst them. Mari bites back on her avid search to seem more calm and collected but deep inside the warm breast lay a thumping heart of excitement and anxiety blended together. Her skin ached for his touch, his caress. Her body wanted his comfort against her side and the feel of his warmth as it seeped into her skin. M A R I B E  L

It's short but yes, she misses her Rom

[Romek]

ROMEK

Everything had happened so fast, and he felt ill adjusted to it all. At times he felt overwhelmed, with the sudden responsibilitites, the insta-family, the friends… It was a shock to the system. And sometimes he had to escape it all. He found refuge in the forest, the meadow, as his children grew and desired their independence.

He missed his sunshine, though. They hadn’t spoken for a little while, and while that wasn’t too concerning because they were both rather busy horses (or rather, she was busy, and he was busy looking busy), she was always on his mind, or at least on the back of it, radiant in her sun-gold and her splendour.

He hears his name being spoken, and he recognises that voice almost instantly. He scans the crowd of horses for her face, and, finally alighting upon her familiar features, he smiles and heads towards her, to wrap her in a warm, strong hug.

”Maribel.” he says softly, more to himself than anything. ”I have missed you.” because the time for shyness and hidden feelings was past now, her little shining star of a heart had melted him and his ice.

Had she missed him, though?

fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem

ROMIBELROMIBELROMIBEL<3

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. It feels as though her throat has finally opened up and her lungs expand with the freshness of clean air. She feels a swell in her breast, her heart thumping hard against the bone cage as she practically floats as she rushes to the stallion. There is no time for formalities (as they are long passed that) and as the dark stallion coils around her in the strength of his hold, she is melting into him, burying her face into the depths of his mane and inhaling deeply...his scent making her heady. "I have missed you, my love." Mari whispers with her lips against his skin, tracing the words with hot, bated breaths. She does not care to hide her feelings (as she never has and never would) as the young mare lives recklessly with her emotions. Pure and raw. She knows he may be shocked by the conclusion of her small speech but she allows the tones to hang between them, buried in the depths of their embrace as she curls up closely to him. The palomino woman's coat shift to that of the soft, lemony chiffon hue in the happiness of Romek's closeness. M A R I B E  L

OMGOMGOMG <3 the feels!

[Romek]

ROMEK

~*~*~humpytimes~*~*~*~ and then…
He draws the beautiful girl closer towards him, burying his nose into her mane gently. Of course, he had never thought he would be in this kind of position, didn’t believe that he could ever be so lucky. But he liked it. It was weird, but he liked it, he decided. He could get used to it.

In that moment he decides he can never lose her and her light, her warmth, her radiating self that seemed to be an opposite of him, and she balanced him out, filled the corners with her luminosity. He will let no harm come to her, or let her light be dimmed by anything.

”Mari,” he says, drawing back to look her in the eye. ”Shall we be each others’?”

fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem

sorry 4 bad grammar i am SO TIRED.

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. Her head is swimming. All she can do is savor the sweetness of his scent on her skin, the way her body is yearning...craving his. Sleepy blue eyes gaze outward from the small space they had together as she leans against him, partially for comfort and partially to help keep her grounded for fear she would float away from the feelings she felt. "Hm?"Mari hums the inquiry dreamily before realizing what he asks. Her heart is leaping and bounding and she can barely speak. The blue of her eyes widens as she threatens to swallows him up with hi own reflection but when she is about to collapse from the hammering of her heart- "Yes, Romek, always and forever." -she whispers to the stallion before wrapping herself around him tightly as she embraces him, loving him wholeheartedly. M A R I B E  L

yaaaaaay for love <3<3

[Romek]

ROMEK

Romek had never thought himself one for romance. In fact, quite the opposite. All of his life he had thought about how he was so unworthy of anything, how he didn’t deserve this-that-the other, and how much of a failure he was, a failure and a loser. And it seemed, now, the stars had aligned perfectly to create a happy little constellation: him, and his Maribel, their three children, the Tundra, his position, coming to terms with his past, pushing for the future. He’d never thought to look at the stars before, until Mari had brought them down for him, and wore them still brightly shining on her skin.

”Always, then.” he says, pressing himself closer to her, his beating heart, his night sky, and warm dawn. He feels sleepy, wrapped tightly in her embrace, his every sense full of her. ”We should do a sleep,” he suggests, with a small smile. No doubt their act of exertion had taken it out of both of them, and he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep beside his woman, and then wake up beside her, every day for all of the future.

fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem

[Romek]

ROMEK

Maribel is ginormous. Of course, he has very limited experience with pregnant mares, so he doesn’t know exactly how it should go, but it seems that the other mares of the Tundra who are also expecting are just a smidge smaller. Well, a lot smaller. He worries that maybe something is wrong, or that she is expecting so many babies her body can’t deal with it. He’s done everything he can to help her, although he doesn’t really know what to do in particular. It’s something he’s never experienced. But it is not a nice feeling to see her struggle and not really be able to help her with it all.

He has been enjoying waking up next to her, their children and her warm, growing belly every morning. His protectiveness has kicked up a gear, too, and he finds himself doing more-than-regular patrols of the Tundra, and has even considered whether he should escort Mari outside of it, although he knows that she needs her space, and time to herself.

This morning, they are cuddled together, as usual, alone – the kids off playing, being independent, growing up.

”It can’t be too long now, can it?” he was looking forward to meeting his newest child (or children).

fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem

craptacular post, i am sorry

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. She is fat, fat, fat. Her hooves hurt. Her head hurts. Hell! Her hair hurts. Maribel spends most of her time just eating everything...it's like her appetite is insatiable. Mari eats so damn much that her jaw is getting rather defined. Also it seems like one moment she is fine and the next she can not help but cry over seeing a crushed daisy (well, she'd probably cry over it any way BUT this is different). Thank goodness Rom is there to deal with her roller coaster of emotions. (Hurricane Maribel! Whoosh! (Don't say that to her face).) Mari is loving every moment of Romek's closeness. She just wants to cuddle and cuddle and cuddle some more. Sometimes she wants more than that (because hormones) and she rubs against him, playful kisses trailed along his neck and withers. But mostly the golden woman wants to just be close to him. With her swollen belly, she struggles to move about but with the dark stallion near, she can breath easy. The blue of her eyes seeks her love's and she smiles sleepily when she wakes beside him. "No, my love, any day now." Mari follows with little small grunts as she she shifts her weight to close the little gap of space that simply threatened to get between that. "I'm so excited, Rom. What shall we name our baby?" Her voice peaks with enthusiasm but her eyes dreamy and soft. M A R I B E L

you're words are beautiful. Romibel for prom king and queen 2016.