[open] just like we're dreaming

[Laurelin]

Laurelin is, momentarily, distracted by Aurelin’s description of monsters by a single word she had said - beautiful. He loved that word. It was one of his favourites. He always felt like he could see it settled on his skin after it was spoken by someone in his presence, gleaming against the rich blue and gold of his coat. A word that shapes a crown that encourages the young stallion to hold his head a little prouder. He returns from daydreams of swans laying garlands of blue roses around his neck soon enough to take part in the rest of the conversation, thankfully. Laurelin shakes his head when Aureline asks if she's teasing him. “Tease? Me? Never.” But how he says this, the way his bright eyes dance in the darkness, certainly suggests otherwise. “It is a very good name, our parents clearly share excellent taste.” As much as Laurelin preferred the topic to focus on the important things (i.e. himself), he steadily becomes aware that there is only one thought that buzzes around his mind right now. He looks away from Aureline for a moment, to the shadows beyond, as though he could answer the question with a glance. But around them, the world outside the blue wash of his glow is silent and still. “Are the monsters really bald and slobbering?”

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@[aureline]