12-04-2017, 03:11 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She listens to the way his words weave like a rope around her lungs and around her heart. She does not pull away despite the soft chastising she receives from his warm mouth. In this moment, quiet and small, she feels lost against his scales. Her silver eyes are looking to meet his beneath the black of her thick forelock and he in return he presses a kiss to her nose and she giggles unexpectedly. Isobell is shocked she makes such a noise and shocked that it was Ivar to draw it out of her. The pied mare pauses as she looks at him in visible surprise and stormy grey eyes. "Ivar-" Isobell starts with searching eyes as she is not sure what spell he weaves with his words and his body but she does not want to fight it anymore. She yearns for this moment where she is wrapped safely against him to brave the storm that brews between the space of their hearts. "Do you not have duty to Loess? A responsibility to it?" She asks the question as his lips are creeping along her neck and she can only close her eyes as the words become a murmur. Her next question,
depending on his answer, is how he can shake it all away so easily. What is the secret?
"Ivar." She summons her strength to breath his name. "What would it take to keep you in Nerine?" The mare reverses his request with soft, prodding words. She can not read him (and it was aggravating) and could not imagine how he would respond. What would he give up for her, if anything at all? Isobell steels herself for his answer no matter what it could be.