Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Their eyes meet and he freezes, unsure if he is to await her wrath. His throat catches, ears swiveling slightly back, unsure of what she will say. The jealousy had faded but still lingered. He could not stand the thought of anyones lips traveling the course of her spine as his had. The trails were his alone to follow. And then the child. Now one can see the glint of bone and for a moment recalls those last minutes together as she had pulled out her own secret to defend herself with. Defend herself from him. His sorrow is great for not being able to control his emotion, it had been dammed up for so long. Once it was released it had been hard to gather it back within himself. It becomes harder to lock up.
What he is not sorry for is how passionately he feels for her. Already he had seen the fire that lurked within her own soul. If the roles were reversed, he doubts she would hold her tongue. Even now, as she gazes at him through sweaty strands of forelock, his heart rages in his chest. Teeth grit, jaw tightens. His breath barely escapes his lungs as she slowly moves closer to him, closing the distance within a matter of seconds. His muscles tense, nerves on alert even as her warm mouth finds the crook of his jaw. For a moment the child is forgotten. Her mouth is on his shoulder and his body betrays him, for how long had he anxiously waited for this? The weeks that had gone by, pining for her. Muscle shudders beneath scarred skin but still he is silent, weighed down by his thoughts.
For a moment colt and stallion regard each other. He’s unsure of what stirs inside him when he looks at the boy. It could have been theirs. Instead it was only hers. Would she want him around the child? Where exactly would he stand in this odd family dynamic? Her tired body leans against his and despite his gaunt frame, he takes her weight. His neck folds over hers, holds her tightly against him as he pulls her close. The timing is not right for discussion, to lay out what had happened. Instead he holds her close, gently straightening and detangling the damp locks of her mane.
Then Dahmer arrives. He only has eyes for his son at first even though it’s clear the black stallion has seen him. Ears flatten involuntarily, muscles coiling despite the softness of her pressed against him. Wound up tighter than a clock. Smoldering coals in the single eye but he bites his tongue, says nothing. So this was the man who had touched her. Taken her. Placed his seed inside her. The jealousy creeps along every nerve, courses through him but for a moment the bear and he are in sync. A rare occasion.
Now Dahmer finally looks to them as he makes some comment about the foals eyes, his good eye darkening although the rest of his features remain hard as stone. It’s quickly followed by another comment on his own missing eye. He doesn’t flinch, it was becoming a common occurrence. For a moment all is still before responding with a quiet but harsh, ”Your father and I have much in common.” The presence of the bears growl thrashing in his words is not lost on any of them.
Seeing father and son before him, he notices that the boy looks more like it was created by he and Ellyse then it does the dark thoroughbred standing in the entrance, blocking out the light. It’s a small victory, a petty one. He doesn't care. He takes a step without realizing it, shifting himself more in front of her. There is nothing more to say, the tension in the cavern expanding. One might say you could cut it with a knife. Ellyse may protest that there had been nothing between them but a meaningless one night stand, but he recognizes the flare in the other’s gaze. He’s not the only one with turmoil heating his belly.
Ledger