let my shadows prove the sunshine
His eyes flicker back to her, curious and sparkling, sounding unsure in the way her voice contemplates her memories but her touch not hesitant at all as she finds the soft champagne of his neck. Not now, comes her gentle reply and the stallion cannot help the smile that stretches across his pink lips. He halts, allowing the water to still against his skin before shuffling back towards her a few steps, moonlight trickling across the surface. Dusk is far beneath the horizon, the thrumming glow of the volcano a faint orange in the far distance. There is a hint of laughter in her amber irises that invites him back to her, resettling beside her in the same intimate way they had been before.
“You’re right,” he replies in agreement, his voice heavy and quiet with the growing darkness of nightfall. There is still a smile on the curve of his lips, one that seems to be never-ending, especially beneath the playful moonlight and its company amongst the twinkling stars. Silver light of the moon pools into the gold and ivory of his skin, which he notices becomes molten against the brilliant white of her coat, cupping into each tiny crevice of her downy wings - littered with droplets of water that sparkle like diamonds on the surface - and mischievously dancing across the soft slope of her withers and smoothly running down the curve of her hips. “Besides,” he begins a bit breathlessly, his mouth once again on the tender skin of her throat, “who knows when we’ll get to be alone again?”
A gentle hum of laughter vibrates in his chest, knowing what his statement suggests though fully aware that tonight may not lead to that. He is perfectly content with their moonlit dance beneath the Tephran sky, with the volcano’s rumble at their backs and the stars above their heads.
svedka
@[Ilma]