let my shadows prove the sunshine
“I don’t,” Svedka replies without hesitation, a smug smile finding the pearl pink of his lips, as if challenging Pteron to disagree. He’s already silently decided that he would reference him as the sun from here forward, despite whatever the winged stallion may truly think. Svedka had a feeling he was like the sun anyway; how could he not, with the warmth that he brings him already?
Pteron’s exclamation brings hearty laughter to Svedka’s lips, the sound reverberating in his chest and making him feel wild beneath the moonlight. He curves his neck to press his chin to his golden chest and high steps with his forelegs, as if showing off his features for him. Svedka’s laughter-filled eyes sparkle when the other stallion litters him with playful nips, wrinkling his nose and snorting sharply, giving him a dramatic head toss before lifting his chin high into the air. “You have good taste,” he comments heavily, brows rising suggestively before another peal of laughter spills from his throat, flicking his white and blue tail against Pteron’s smooth haunch as well as his own ankles.
Svedka has always been comfortable with physical affection, from strangers and family alike. He’s drawn to it; he’s able to verbalize his thoughts and feelings exceptionally well, but always tends to lean to physicality when expressing himself. It suits him and his wild spirit, but he reminds himself to be cautious - not everyone he meets falls so easily into the comfort of his bold gestures.
Pteron, however, seems to have much more in common with him than family ties. This becomes all the more clearer with the invitation to stay, along with the likelihood of Svedka accepting the offer.
There is a soft hum in Svedka’s throat - one of happiness and contentment - when Pteron gracefully crosses the gully. He halts at the edge, his glittering cerulean gaze mischievous. “How can I refuse meeting my own nephew?” Svedka begins his way into the gully, unrushed and casual, as he continues, “I doubt many can refuse you, though.” He glances up at Pteron from beneath a haphazard array of his forelock, a charming smile playing on his lips.
He begins his way back up the gully, grunting softly as he pulls himself up the edge. With a huff, he tosses his head so that his forelock now falls to one side of his face. “What do you have in mind to pass the time?” An innocent enough question, though suggestive, but with no expectation in it. “I’m too restless to even begin to think about sleeping.”
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