04-27-2021, 01:59 PM
The light that meets the dark
The sting of his words are magical. Truly, Cheri doesn’t know how he does it, but the strange stallion finds a mark with them every time he opens his mouth. She understands that she’s lost this ‘battle’, if that’s what they can call it. She lost the moment she threatened him, which he sees through as clear as crystal glass. Her protectors… where are they now? There’s no one out here but them, and her father (or Yenny, or even Rey and her sister) are moving in their own directions somewhere far away from this unfolding scene. Cheri is apate; a planet suspended in the void of a starry universe. The black stallion is a moon orbiting her, pulled by a gravity she cannot put a name to. She wants only one thing: him, closer to her.
Even if it would be cataclysmic.
“No, not at all what I had envisioned.” The smaller mare thinks, powerless in the face of a true threat to her peace. His tongue is like a nettle sting, and it pricks her skin with its harsh warmth. Her lips are dry despite the downpour, though she raises them to speak. Cheri has nothing to say. Her thoughts are tangled now, too occupied by the smell of his rough-worn skin as it mingles with the spring rains. The pit of her stomach clenched pleasantly, spreading the heat from her cheeks down her neck and into her limbs, burning and somehow… heavy. Only a young mare still, not yet flowered into womanhood, Cheri had never known desire. She’s more familiar with the cool and giddy feeling of puppy love.
He could’ve had her then. She would’ve given in with a trembling uncertainty, cast off her resistance and plunged into the overpowering nature of erotic curiosity. Whoever he was, (however much of a bastard he might be) he’d not hurt her physically. “Perhaps I misjudged him.” She even considered, her eyes tracing the round curve of his jaw so close to her face.
But they’re planets, after all. Celestial bodies who circle and never, ever touch.
As if he would ever lower his standards for the likes of her.
Cheri’s thumping heart stuttered to a stop. The pain she failed to disguise was made all the more obvious by the arc of lighting forking across a black sky, tearing asunder the cloud cover with a silent white rage that's soon followed by the sound of trembling thunder. She can feel the weather in her bones, the way it rattles up through her skin and shakes her senseless - rather, it seems to shake some sense back into her, and blinking through the water in her eyes she jerked back, astounded.
“Coward.” She barely whispered. Cheri felt like it was hard to breathe. Her expression betrayed everything: how ashamed and belittled she felt, how he’d succeeded in making a fool out of her for the benefit of proving a point. He’d used his attractiveness against her judgement and come out on top, and Cheri felt played. The confidence built up in her by so many wonderful encounters came tumbling down in an instant. In the span of a dark moment she’s allowed a total stranger to knock her down, and she has to admit to herself that it hurts. “Standards…” She tried to speak louder. “The sta-standards of a … of a rogue nobody. They don’t exist.”
“Winds.” She bit her lip to keep from crying. Her wings grasped the sides of her body as if they could cover up her shame, pressing tightly to her slender ribs and tickling the white spots covering her hide with their illuminated feather tips. She took a step to the side and avoided looking at him anymore, while the sky crackled again. “Tacky, ill-bred beast.” Cheri’s voice broke. Her ears curved against her neck again, angry. “You’re cruel.” She closed her eyes. “Just go away.” She thought. “Go find some sick thrill elsewhere. You’ve satisfied yourself with me, and I’m determined not to entertain you anymore.” The pegasus hugged herself, lacking the strength to tell him as much.
Even if it would be cataclysmic.
“No, not at all what I had envisioned.” The smaller mare thinks, powerless in the face of a true threat to her peace. His tongue is like a nettle sting, and it pricks her skin with its harsh warmth. Her lips are dry despite the downpour, though she raises them to speak. Cheri has nothing to say. Her thoughts are tangled now, too occupied by the smell of his rough-worn skin as it mingles with the spring rains. The pit of her stomach clenched pleasantly, spreading the heat from her cheeks down her neck and into her limbs, burning and somehow… heavy. Only a young mare still, not yet flowered into womanhood, Cheri had never known desire. She’s more familiar with the cool and giddy feeling of puppy love.
He could’ve had her then. She would’ve given in with a trembling uncertainty, cast off her resistance and plunged into the overpowering nature of erotic curiosity. Whoever he was, (however much of a bastard he might be) he’d not hurt her physically. “Perhaps I misjudged him.” She even considered, her eyes tracing the round curve of his jaw so close to her face.
But they’re planets, after all. Celestial bodies who circle and never, ever touch.
As if he would ever lower his standards for the likes of her.
Cheri’s thumping heart stuttered to a stop. The pain she failed to disguise was made all the more obvious by the arc of lighting forking across a black sky, tearing asunder the cloud cover with a silent white rage that's soon followed by the sound of trembling thunder. She can feel the weather in her bones, the way it rattles up through her skin and shakes her senseless - rather, it seems to shake some sense back into her, and blinking through the water in her eyes she jerked back, astounded.
“Coward.” She barely whispered. Cheri felt like it was hard to breathe. Her expression betrayed everything: how ashamed and belittled she felt, how he’d succeeded in making a fool out of her for the benefit of proving a point. He’d used his attractiveness against her judgement and come out on top, and Cheri felt played. The confidence built up in her by so many wonderful encounters came tumbling down in an instant. In the span of a dark moment she’s allowed a total stranger to knock her down, and she has to admit to herself that it hurts. “Standards…” She tried to speak louder. “The sta-standards of a … of a rogue nobody. They don’t exist.”
“Winds.” She bit her lip to keep from crying. Her wings grasped the sides of her body as if they could cover up her shame, pressing tightly to her slender ribs and tickling the white spots covering her hide with their illuminated feather tips. She took a step to the side and avoided looking at him anymore, while the sky crackled again. “Tacky, ill-bred beast.” Cheri’s voice broke. Her ears curved against her neck again, angry. “You’re cruel.” She closed her eyes. “Just go away.” She thought. “Go find some sick thrill elsewhere. You’ve satisfied yourself with me, and I’m determined not to entertain you anymore.” The pegasus hugged herself, lacking the strength to tell him as much.
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