I see us written in the Stars
To think that all this time it was destined to be so simple. He knew and expected her strikes, countered her pride with loving punishment (the feathers would take days to fix, but every touch thereafter reminded her of the red-eyed Prince), and fed into her desires with a nearly untamable lust.
Being with him was … perfect.
And if Cheri wasn’t so distracted by his attention, so ready to bite back with a comment about how, once upon a time, he claimed to enjoy the moments where she pressed one of her quartz hooves into his throat, she might’ve been scared by that thought. But as it was, she blinded herself to the reality of what might never come to pass in favor of absolute bliss. Life was easier that way.
“Wow! So suspicious.” Cheri floated nearly sideways, buoyant and graceful from her heightened mood. Her skin practically glowed with renewed energy, rich enough to look more purple than flat black. The dark did nothing to diminish her shine. “I’d like to try Plant magic with you, scaredy-cat. Think you can handle it?”
She tossed her head into the thick night air, sending her mane flying. One of her wings was poised and ready to bat Ob if he thought about more rough play, and her gait slowed. Cheri hadn’t thought half as much about dinner or what she was in the mood for when his unexpected question surprised her, making her frown.
“Do I know? No.” Was her frank and honest reply. She followed it with: “My father most likely did, but he never said.”
There were a lot of things her father never told her.
That day after seeing Aela by the River, she was consumed by the question of why, in a place that valued family so highly, her father’s own sister would be shuttered into obscurity. Why Aela? She could’ve gone to Reave and asked, but doubt and Loess kept her from trying. Soon the curiosity faded, the answer evaded her, and Aela’s past remained hidden. Yanhua and all his knowledge disappeared long before Cheri could think to question him.
Back on the beach in Taiga, his mate stopped.
The crunch of sand under her hooves made Cheri’s silence more poignant in the dark, and she turned to find Obscene pinning her down with that look of his. He’d gone from playful panther to esoteric Fae Prince in a minute flat; What the hell? She wanted to ask.
“Are you going to tell me?” The pegasus fluttered her wings, switching gears so that her tone would reflect a more thoughtful depth.
He either knew already or was as in the dark as well, and Cheri turned the question over and over in her mind, smoothing it out in an attempt at finding its conclusion from all angles. Why did Aela hate Taiga? If he did know, would Obscene cover one truth with another? Would he layer Aela’s secrets beneath untruths... or was there something Cheri should know about the mare they’d brought back home?
Being with him was … perfect.
And if Cheri wasn’t so distracted by his attention, so ready to bite back with a comment about how, once upon a time, he claimed to enjoy the moments where she pressed one of her quartz hooves into his throat, she might’ve been scared by that thought. But as it was, she blinded herself to the reality of what might never come to pass in favor of absolute bliss. Life was easier that way.
“Wow! So suspicious.” Cheri floated nearly sideways, buoyant and graceful from her heightened mood. Her skin practically glowed with renewed energy, rich enough to look more purple than flat black. The dark did nothing to diminish her shine. “I’d like to try Plant magic with you, scaredy-cat. Think you can handle it?”
She tossed her head into the thick night air, sending her mane flying. One of her wings was poised and ready to bat Ob if he thought about more rough play, and her gait slowed. Cheri hadn’t thought half as much about dinner or what she was in the mood for when his unexpected question surprised her, making her frown.
“Do I know? No.” Was her frank and honest reply. She followed it with: “My father most likely did, but he never said.”
There were a lot of things her father never told her.
That day after seeing Aela by the River, she was consumed by the question of why, in a place that valued family so highly, her father’s own sister would be shuttered into obscurity. Why Aela? She could’ve gone to Reave and asked, but doubt and Loess kept her from trying. Soon the curiosity faded, the answer evaded her, and Aela’s past remained hidden. Yanhua and all his knowledge disappeared long before Cheri could think to question him.
Back on the beach in Taiga, his mate stopped.
The crunch of sand under her hooves made Cheri’s silence more poignant in the dark, and she turned to find Obscene pinning her down with that look of his. He’d gone from playful panther to esoteric Fae Prince in a minute flat; What the hell? She wanted to ask.
“Are you going to tell me?” The pegasus fluttered her wings, switching gears so that her tone would reflect a more thoughtful depth.
He either knew already or was as in the dark as well, and Cheri turned the question over and over in her mind, smoothing it out in an attempt at finding its conclusion from all angles. Why did Aela hate Taiga? If he did know, would Obscene cover one truth with another? Would he layer Aela’s secrets beneath untruths... or was there something Cheri should know about the mare they’d brought back home?
@Obscene