let my shadows prove the sunshine
Svedka’s eyes never seem to lose their hint of playfulness, as if adventure or excitement is just around the corner. It’s a trait that he clings to now, though once before it wasn’t something he even thought about. But he has found the more that he remains who he’s always been, the predator had a harder time making an appearance. So the goldenrod and ivory stallion leans into the most prominent of his personality traits - his boldness, spontaneity, confidence - in hopes of keeping his other side at bay. It has worked, for the time being. He cannot remember the last time he woke up in a cold sweat, his face and forelegs covered in dried blood, with no memories of his blacking out. Not knowing his whereabouts, along with the lion’s meat in his stomach, always left him nauseous for days.
Svedka inhales deeply, exhaling with a slow breath as his eyes break away from Pteron to glance upwards at the gentle moonbeams that filter through the canopy of the forest, dappling their skin with silver light. His gaze is unfocused for only a moment before the crystal blue irises fall to meet the other once again, the corners of his pinkish lips twitching into a lopsided smile. “Good,” he murmurs, tipping his chin towards him slightly, questioningly. “I don’t look dangerous, do I?” A bit flirtatious, sure, but there is something deep within him that begs to know - can anyone see the predator lingering beneath the surface of his handsome face and charming demeanor?
A companion. Svedka’s brows rise interestedly, his gaze fluttering into the depths of the forest beyond. “Sleeping peacefully then, I’m sure.” His eyes flick back to Pteron, meeting him with a warm smile. “I think so,” he replies mildly, almost sleepily, though he isn’t sure how to answer the question. “Hyaline used to be my home, until - ”
He pauses suddenly, finding no breath to continue. Svedka licks his lips and tries to swallow his uncertainty, mustering up another languid smile though it does not quite reach his eyes like it had before. “ - until the war displaced me.” He lies, knowing that he was displaced far before any war broke out. The lion had made sure of that. “I’ve yet to return there. I’ve found the forest to be much more...peaceful.” Solitary, he means.
“Is it more peaceful? The forest, I mean.”
svedka
@[Pteron]