all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean

[Pteron]

and since you’re the only one that matters,----------------
----------------tell me: who do i run to?

The way that Pteron glows is less obvious than Aegean’s, but under his lover’s gentle touch and compliments glow he does.

He hums wordlessly in contentment, pressing back affectionately against the other stallion’s touch, his olive eyes contentedly closed. This moment is a perfect one, as they all seem to be with Aegean, and Pteron smiles to himself.

At the sigh though, he opens his eyes. He knows that carrying a child weighs on him, and though he does worry this might be harder on Aegean than on a mare, Pteron trusts that the magic used to bring them such a miracle would not endanger the father-to-be. Pteron reassures himself – and not for the first time – that the magic had known what it was doing. It has given Aegean the task of carrying their child rather than Pteron, but that does not mean that on some days (days when Aegean seems especially weary) that Pteron does not wish that he could take this burden from him.

‘Almost as much as I will love this child of ours’, Aegean says, and Pteron’s teal smile widens fondly. The pegasus moves so he might better attend to the place just behind Aegean’s shoulder where he knows the muscles are often tense, pressing there as he muses over the question that Aegean poses.

What will they be like?

“I hope just like you,” Pteron says, “I assume you were as perfect as a child as you are now, and that will making raising them so much easier than if they are anything like me.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, and if Aegean glances over his shoulder he will see the easy grin that has colored the words. “I went invisible right after I was born, my mother says. I would like to be able to find our child, at least while they are small.”

@[aegean]

-- pteron --