01-07-2016, 01:35 PM
In some way, he knows he is her rock like she is his - they give each other strength, and he can only smile as their daughter drinks greedily until she is happy and full and collapses in a sleepy heap at her mother’s feet. He steadies her and she soothes the animal in him; between them, is the precious gift of their daughter and he finds it hard to take his eyes off her perfect little face that pink star between her eyes. Slowly, quietly even or as quietly as a big stallion like himself can move through the grass, does he step closer to Ygritte, trying not to wake the filly - let her have her sleep, he thinks, watching her eyes move behind the eyelids in the grasp of dreams that he hopes are as sweet as her little face is to look upon. He is quick to bury his face in the heavy silk of Ygritte’s mane, breathing in her scent with as much greed as their daughter had suckled with. Ygritte is doing the same to him, mindful of his horns, and he takes great care to rub the side of his head against her shoulder so he doesn’t catch her with a horntip, but he is consumed by her like she is with him and their happiness swells both their hearts fit to bursting. He briefly wonders how they can stand so much happiness, how long it is meant to last before some shadow of a thing darkens it, but then he dashes such horrible thoughts away and chuffs pleasantly into his mate’s side. Approval fills his dark eyes as he nods in acceptance of this name for their child, he tries it out for himself in a pleasant rumble - “Josselyn,” and smiles, he’s already got a nickname for her in place.
With a glance to his mate, he lowers his great head and blows a warm breath out upon their daughter’s forehead, breathing in her unique scent that is equal parts of Ygritte and himself but also wholly her own and he cannot help wondering over this tiny little bit of perfection that they’ve made. “She’s so beautiful,” he murmurs, backing away to resume his former stance alongside Ygritte.
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