Kiss me again
Kiss me until I am sick of it
The days pass and he finds himself growing bored. He doesn’t like being bored and usually tries to find any kind of distraction to avoid it. Today he’s fallen back into his old past time of inebriation. It usually does the trick and requires little effort. He lounges amongst the rich blanket of wildflowers, sprawled amongst the stems and opened petals, rolled on his back to watch the shapes of soft white clouds that pass lazily in the sky above him.
A soft sigh of relaxation escapes his lips, dark and sweet with lingering drops of nectar, and he closes heavy lids over brilliant red eyes. The sun is warm on his exposed belly, the long wavy strands of gold and black strewn carelessly across the grass, as wild and unruly as the stallion it was attached to. Metallic glitter shines over the hard planes of his chest, highlighting the definition of his chiseled cheekbones and outlining the dark red iris’s that were currently hidden from view. Even in this position, his long pointed ears are hard to miss. As if he would want to hide it.
He wears his Fae ears with pride and sits smugly in the safety of his immortality.
His peaceful bliss is suddenly interrupted by a swift kick to his hoof and a rather taunting question. Raising a single lid, the fiery eye lands on the young girl with the big grin on her face. “I don’t like goats.” He drawls lazily, a yawn forming behind his words. Every single one of them truthful, unable to be anything but. “They always ruin all the flowers.” Still he roles himself up to his chest as the other eye opens and blearily gazes at her.
Her appendages are familiar but he absolutely refuses to think about the dark appaloosa girl and her stupid pale wings. He pushes the thought of Cheri away violently as he squints to focus on the girl. Child really. “Aren’t you a little too young for fun?” He asks her doubtfully as he staggers to his hooves and shakes the blades of grass and broken flowers that have become entangled in his two toned hair. Perhaps there would be some that would be giving a side-eye the dark stallion, would be left with their jaws hanging wide open at this rather restrained version of himself he was portraying. It’s not the level of cruelty that others had come to expect but despite all his many flaws he wasn’t a complete monster. He wasn’t mean to foals. Not that mean, anyways.
Obscene
@[Memorie]