you're the pulse that I've always needed (any)

[Lea]

She’s full of confusion and fear. She should be hurt, should be injured. That stallion had attacked her, beat her. She can remember it, can remember the pain and the blood dripping into her eyes. And yet here she is, all in one piece.

Had Errant healed her? But where is he? And why the marble gazebo? Why that cold thing holding her down to the ground? She runs through the trees, her panic and confusion increasing with her speed. What the hell is going on?

And suddenly he’s there. And everything else fades away.

“Errant!” He launches himself at her like he’s a drowning man gasping for breath, and she is the air. Part of her registers that, for a stallion not prone to large outbursts of emotion, this is out of the ordinary, but the thought disappears as she leans in to his almost crushing embrace.

It returns however when he pulls back, soft muzzle running over every part of her he can touch, repeating her name over and over and over. Something’s different. Something’s wrong. “Errant, what’s going on?” She pulls back, trying to meet his eyes. “I woke up in a marble gazebo, with something holding me down. What happened?”

lea

you're the pulse that I've always needed