09-06-2021, 08:36 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
It had not been her intention to make the mare beside her feel inadequate. If she had known she would have told her of all the ways she stood out from every other she had ever met before. It would have come easy, the way Lo settles against her neck and for a moment she forgets her anger while she tries to remember how to breathe. That flutter against her hungry heart steals the air from her lungs as she feels the warmth of her friend and remembers a different kind of heat. One that didn’t crave things like revenge and settling scores.
For a moment her lashes flutter and she feels a brief sense of peace.
There is no fight in her when Leokadia reaches for her with the offer of rest. Amet had offered her that once. She remembers vaguely what it had been like to sleep next to another, to feel safe in an unkind world. Her silver eyes slow in their constant rotation as she looks at the white mare, hesitating only for a moment, before responding with a single whispered word. "Ok.” She exhales softly, her breath eclipsed in a cold mist. It doesn’t even matter what interpretation Lo had meant, in that moment she agreed to all of them.
There were several caves on the Isle and she had found one close to the burned beach that she had liked to shelter in when the weather was too much. There is no running this time, her anger smoldering beneath her ravaged skin but kept at bay with the uncertain sensation squeezing around her heart. Her hooves clatter against granite as she steps into the alcove and turns around, looking at Lo with a sudden surge of nerves. Holding her wings awkwardly she tries to ease the growing tension in the small space as she jokingly says, “Only the finest palace in the kingdom.” Every muscle grows tense beneath her smoky coat as she glances around the small space, aware of their close proximity.
As she glances into her pale eyes, her heart stutters with anticipation. “Is this… Is this ok?”
For a moment her lashes flutter and she feels a brief sense of peace.
There is no fight in her when Leokadia reaches for her with the offer of rest. Amet had offered her that once. She remembers vaguely what it had been like to sleep next to another, to feel safe in an unkind world. Her silver eyes slow in their constant rotation as she looks at the white mare, hesitating only for a moment, before responding with a single whispered word. "Ok.” She exhales softly, her breath eclipsed in a cold mist. It doesn’t even matter what interpretation Lo had meant, in that moment she agreed to all of them.
There were several caves on the Isle and she had found one close to the burned beach that she had liked to shelter in when the weather was too much. There is no running this time, her anger smoldering beneath her ravaged skin but kept at bay with the uncertain sensation squeezing around her heart. Her hooves clatter against granite as she steps into the alcove and turns around, looking at Lo with a sudden surge of nerves. Holding her wings awkwardly she tries to ease the growing tension in the small space as she jokingly says, “Only the finest palace in the kingdom.” Every muscle grows tense beneath her smoky coat as she glances around the small space, aware of their close proximity.
As she glances into her pale eyes, her heart stutters with anticipation. “Is this… Is this ok?”
-- Ciri
@Leokadia