06-10-2015, 11:11 PM
He can feel the heat emanating from her as he stands only a breath away. Like the desert she hails from, she radiates warmth. Intoxicating, beaconing in this frigid land. He has grown so accustomed to the cold that he had forgotten what he was missing. She reminded him. Tempted him strongly with something he had long since given up. Something he had never regretted until this very moment.
But it is more than that. More than her heat and scent. He can't quite put his hoof on it. Not yet. He will figure it out. It is what he does best. But for now he knows only that she is more. She is real, solid. Where she sees him as an illusion, a mist that might float away at any moment, he sees her as so very there. A horse with more presence, more life, than he could have believed possible. It gives him comfort and unnerves him all in the same breath, in a way he cannot put words to.
When she speaks, those thoughts drift away as he focuses on their conversation. Her words cause a hint of a smile to curve his lips. She had wanted to see snow. The novelty of her whim amuses him, easing his countenance slightly.
Pevensie.
He tests her name on his tongue, drawing out the syllables ever so slightly. He would never willingly admit how much he enjoyed the sound and taste of it.
Should I be flattered?
The hint of a smile turns into a full grin, an expression that does not grace his features often but one that is disarmingly charming all the same.
I am Hurricane. So, is our snow everything you hoped it would be?
But it is more than that. More than her heat and scent. He can't quite put his hoof on it. Not yet. He will figure it out. It is what he does best. But for now he knows only that she is more. She is real, solid. Where she sees him as an illusion, a mist that might float away at any moment, he sees her as so very there. A horse with more presence, more life, than he could have believed possible. It gives him comfort and unnerves him all in the same breath, in a way he cannot put words to.
When she speaks, those thoughts drift away as he focuses on their conversation. Her words cause a hint of a smile to curve his lips. She had wanted to see snow. The novelty of her whim amuses him, easing his countenance slightly.
Pevensie.
He tests her name on his tongue, drawing out the syllables ever so slightly. He would never willingly admit how much he enjoyed the sound and taste of it.
Should I be flattered?
The hint of a smile turns into a full grin, an expression that does not grace his features often but one that is disarmingly charming all the same.
I am Hurricane. So, is our snow everything you hoped it would be?
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane