07-20-2021, 08:17 AM
Stellaria
When he had told her that he loved her, Stellaria’s smile had outshone the stars on her coat and the ones in the sky. The new sun had been no match for them as she had held him close and told him how she loved him back, with every breath and every heartbeat.
Everything that followed from that summer day felt like a dream. They are never apart - at least not for any great length of time, and there is no other way she would rather spend her days and nights than with him. No greater thrill than when his opal skin brushes against the stars of hers.
And now?
The sun is setting when their daughter arrives, twilight - it would be poetic, the perfect mix of day and night, if Stellaria wasn’t feeling a very mortal weariness. Much like learning to fly, much like falling in love, she had assumed this part would come easily - but that is not what happened. In the midst of labour she had known regret. Not over him, never for that, but that they had created this life who had left her uncomfortable for months and then finally taught her what pain was.
Stellaria does not allow herself time to rest, bothered by the idea that she would even need it. She is excited to meet their child but the star-strewn mare reaches for him first when she stands - hoping he will be close as she breaths out his name on a ragged exhale. "Worship." Wanting and needing to touch him, and better yet to be touched by him, before anything else.
And only then does she turn to look at and to care for the new life, a smile warming her weary features. There had never been a doubt that they would make something beautiful but their daughter is already so perfect all other words escape her. Stellaria forgets her regret, forgets the pain, once the filly is standing and she looks for Worship again - the strength of her love for him, for the beginning of their family, filling every part of her.
Everything that followed from that summer day felt like a dream. They are never apart - at least not for any great length of time, and there is no other way she would rather spend her days and nights than with him. No greater thrill than when his opal skin brushes against the stars of hers.
And now?
The sun is setting when their daughter arrives, twilight - it would be poetic, the perfect mix of day and night, if Stellaria wasn’t feeling a very mortal weariness. Much like learning to fly, much like falling in love, she had assumed this part would come easily - but that is not what happened. In the midst of labour she had known regret. Not over him, never for that, but that they had created this life who had left her uncomfortable for months and then finally taught her what pain was.
Stellaria does not allow herself time to rest, bothered by the idea that she would even need it. She is excited to meet their child but the star-strewn mare reaches for him first when she stands - hoping he will be close as she breaths out his name on a ragged exhale. "Worship." Wanting and needing to touch him, and better yet to be touched by him, before anything else.
And only then does she turn to look at and to care for the new life, a smile warming her weary features. There had never been a doubt that they would make something beautiful but their daughter is already so perfect all other words escape her. Stellaria forgets her regret, forgets the pain, once the filly is standing and she looks for Worship again - the strength of her love for him, for the beginning of their family, filling every part of her.
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