[open] within his dreams he sees the life he made, any

[Chemdog]

Chem would be glad to hear that she doesn’t have guilt for never finding him – he never felt guilt for leaving her, and not turning back. Not to say he isn’t delighted to see her buttery figure in the morning sunlight. The heather rustles around her black legs and small yellow moths coming bursting out of the shrubbery as she comes dancing toward him. He calls out, an echoing whinny, his companion ‘standing’ up (her head to his foreleg/elbow). It can be alarming to see a snake raise itself in such a way, but he hopes Bardot remembers her from before – even though she’s much bigger.

“Bardot!” he calls out again, but this time with her name. Her face is one of the last he thought he might see wandering around, but he is not disappointed for her company. He laughs, genuinely entertained by the jibe, “A touch of both, I’m afraid.” He reaches his nose out to touch her shoulder as she comes nearer, dragging his lip gently across her warm skin. “And you? What are you doing out here?”

CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall

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yayyyy! ♥♥♥
@Bardot