04-02-2016, 09:56 PM
BROTHER, LET ME BE YOUR FORTRESS, WHEN THE NIGHT WINDS ARE DRIVING ON.
I CAN BE THE ONE TO LIGHT YOUR WAY; I WILL BRING YOU HOME.
He feels breathless in these moments; speechless. Her radiance draws him in and pulls him closer to her, and it is within these seconds caught as a glimpse of the hundreds of thousands of minutes he has spent living that he finds himself lost. There is nothing around their existence that can possibly pull him away, distract him or perturb him - he can feel the weight of the world still settled firmly on his shoulders, and yet simultaneously, his heart feels alight with a fire that now burned brightly within his chest. He had longed for this moment for so long (for a second chance), and to have its fragility within his grasp was both invigorating and terrifying.
His lips travel her shoulder as she falls adoringly against him, and he loses himself in his thoughts as he observes her swollen belly again. Their passionate time spent together had blossomed into something breathtaking and beautiful - a miracle that could only add to the glistening glow of pride and enthrallment that begin to fill his veins. A welling giddiness lingered in his throat as his kisses became more pressing; his eagerness more present. Her words echoed in his mind again - I am definitely, really pregnant - drowning out his immense doubt and overwhelming guilt of not having noticed sooner. She forgives him, graciously, lovingly and he decides in that moment that there could never be another like his precious, dappled Isle, who he so adoringly begins to rain affection upon.
"You have no idea how unbelievably happy that makes me." He murmurs feverishly, eager for her to hear the captivation and enchantment in his deep baritone. "There is no better news you could give to me. I only wish I had realized sooner."
The sunlight begins to wane in their presence behind thick, rolling clouds, but their mingling joy is the only light he can feel for miles. Her murmured promises of devotion warm him to the core, in spite of the ice that lingers just beneath the surface of his marred, scarred flesh. He could not ask for anything more, and he too was devoted to giving her what she so desperately needed. A thick pool of lava now filled a nearby cave; a promise of warmth and comfort when he could not be there. A merciful gift given by an allied King. And soon, another ally would deliver upon a similar promise - the hearth of a bonfire to mingle near, to bathe in the light of during the darkest, loneliest months.
He would build up their dwelling to be everything that she needed, and in time, his own time would be hers again too. Yet somehow, she managed to be empathetic to his valiant efforts and he could feel her veneration to the very depths of his bone marrow and it urged him harder to do everything within his power to meet her few, meek needs. A tremble ripples through him as the bridge of her nose touches the sensitive skin of his leg, crawling across his obsidian pelt and through his nerves. She curls into him, and he drapes himself over her once again, as they always did when they came together. Whether apart for minutes or days, their sessions of affection and adoration always began the same way - hot, lingering kisses and gentle caresses. He told her many things with his touches that he could not say with words.
He was a well spoken man many a time, but with her, he so often found himself speechless.
Unlike now.
Mirth bubbled up from within, overwhelming him to his very core. Though he had grown close to young Maribel and Thaniel, fatherhood was a word that was all encompassing - and to experience the birth of his own again - it was more than he could have ever hoped for. Though a small pit of doubt simmered beneath the surface, his delight could not be dampened by the fear that would eventually be drawn to the surface by time and its inevitability to destroy every shred of happiness it could grasp onto. His joyousness began to fill every crevice of his being, welling up again as he began to pace around her, nose pressed to the feminine curve of her hip, nudging the swell of her belly again (feeling the movement of life within her) and he is altogether bursting.
His glee begins to seep out from within, washing him with a thick blanket of ice and frost as every square inch of him becomes encased within its icy embrace. It travels swiftly across his skin, tangling itself within the individual hairs of his tresses - both mane and tail, braided with ice crystals that develop quickly into small shards of ice, reflecting the delicate light of day. The ice follows the lengths of his legs as he circles her, breaking away and falling away from his skin before growing again - a never-ending cycle as his glowing excitement becomes evident through ice and sleet.
He barely realizes he has become enveloped in the very same material as their age-old walls and the slush that remains at their hooves; he is too enamored with her to pay it any mind. His lips - icy cool to the touch, and yet still warm - trail along her skin as he presses whiskered kisses to her cheek, to her jaw.
"I have too," He whispers against her dappled, perfect pelt, nostrils pressed against her warm skin as he inhales her familiar, intoxicating scent. "and I want nothing more than I want this. You will be an incredible mother, Isle - you are radiant, inside and out, and generous and kind and there is no one I could possibly imagine loving our child more. I wonder if it is a boy, or a girl," He muses softly, but it matters not. "and when they will come. I will be here. I promise you." A promise he had made before, and failed upon - but she did not know this, and he would not fail again.
His lips travel her shoulder as she falls adoringly against him, and he loses himself in his thoughts as he observes her swollen belly again. Their passionate time spent together had blossomed into something breathtaking and beautiful - a miracle that could only add to the glistening glow of pride and enthrallment that begin to fill his veins. A welling giddiness lingered in his throat as his kisses became more pressing; his eagerness more present. Her words echoed in his mind again - I am definitely, really pregnant - drowning out his immense doubt and overwhelming guilt of not having noticed sooner. She forgives him, graciously, lovingly and he decides in that moment that there could never be another like his precious, dappled Isle, who he so adoringly begins to rain affection upon.
"You have no idea how unbelievably happy that makes me." He murmurs feverishly, eager for her to hear the captivation and enchantment in his deep baritone. "There is no better news you could give to me. I only wish I had realized sooner."
The sunlight begins to wane in their presence behind thick, rolling clouds, but their mingling joy is the only light he can feel for miles. Her murmured promises of devotion warm him to the core, in spite of the ice that lingers just beneath the surface of his marred, scarred flesh. He could not ask for anything more, and he too was devoted to giving her what she so desperately needed. A thick pool of lava now filled a nearby cave; a promise of warmth and comfort when he could not be there. A merciful gift given by an allied King. And soon, another ally would deliver upon a similar promise - the hearth of a bonfire to mingle near, to bathe in the light of during the darkest, loneliest months.
He would build up their dwelling to be everything that she needed, and in time, his own time would be hers again too. Yet somehow, she managed to be empathetic to his valiant efforts and he could feel her veneration to the very depths of his bone marrow and it urged him harder to do everything within his power to meet her few, meek needs. A tremble ripples through him as the bridge of her nose touches the sensitive skin of his leg, crawling across his obsidian pelt and through his nerves. She curls into him, and he drapes himself over her once again, as they always did when they came together. Whether apart for minutes or days, their sessions of affection and adoration always began the same way - hot, lingering kisses and gentle caresses. He told her many things with his touches that he could not say with words.
He was a well spoken man many a time, but with her, he so often found himself speechless.
Unlike now.
Mirth bubbled up from within, overwhelming him to his very core. Though he had grown close to young Maribel and Thaniel, fatherhood was a word that was all encompassing - and to experience the birth of his own again - it was more than he could have ever hoped for. Though a small pit of doubt simmered beneath the surface, his delight could not be dampened by the fear that would eventually be drawn to the surface by time and its inevitability to destroy every shred of happiness it could grasp onto. His joyousness began to fill every crevice of his being, welling up again as he began to pace around her, nose pressed to the feminine curve of her hip, nudging the swell of her belly again (feeling the movement of life within her) and he is altogether bursting.
His glee begins to seep out from within, washing him with a thick blanket of ice and frost as every square inch of him becomes encased within its icy embrace. It travels swiftly across his skin, tangling itself within the individual hairs of his tresses - both mane and tail, braided with ice crystals that develop quickly into small shards of ice, reflecting the delicate light of day. The ice follows the lengths of his legs as he circles her, breaking away and falling away from his skin before growing again - a never-ending cycle as his glowing excitement becomes evident through ice and sleet.
He barely realizes he has become enveloped in the very same material as their age-old walls and the slush that remains at their hooves; he is too enamored with her to pay it any mind. His lips - icy cool to the touch, and yet still warm - trail along her skin as he presses whiskered kisses to her cheek, to her jaw.
"I have too," He whispers against her dappled, perfect pelt, nostrils pressed against her warm skin as he inhales her familiar, intoxicating scent. "and I want nothing more than I want this. You will be an incredible mother, Isle - you are radiant, inside and out, and generous and kind and there is no one I could possibly imagine loving our child more. I wonder if it is a boy, or a girl," He muses softly, but it matters not. "and when they will come. I will be here. I promise you." A promise he had made before, and failed upon - but she did not know this, and he would not fail again.
OFFSPRING
the ice king of the tundra