12-12-2017, 05:42 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
Warrick has always been an open book - the sharp and rigid angles of his face often give way to every emotion, every detail of his thoughts. His face will soften and his eyes tell all, and he is unafraid to do so. He wishes he could mask the feeling that now lingers in his chest, and pretend it is not there and that it does not exist - but then he would not be Warrick. She pulls herself against his side - smooth, warm, soft - and he does not protest. He turns his head towards her, his dripping forelock falling into his curious eyes as he turns to meet hers, not realizing how close that simple movement had put them.
He stares into the fiery red of her eyes that glow like embers, for the life of him stuck to the very spot he found himself in. Her lips sheepishly yet carefully pull the tangled mess of his forelock from out of his vision, his heart thrumming wickedly in his chest. He begins to falter, afraid of what the next few seconds would allow him to do, but thankfully, her voice awakens him and an easy smile broadens across his lips, a chuckle reverberating in his throat.
“Wild?” he repeats incredulously, a bit breathlessly, “I am anything but.”
Compared to you.
As the summer’s eve begins to burn into dusk, alighting the tall grasses beside them in red firelight of not only the sun but of the glowing streams of magma, he pulls himself up onto the muddy shore, ready to dry the water from his skin and to begin his patrols for the night - perhaps he would run into Longclaw at the borders, or even Diable Rouge returning with news of Solace. He tries to convince himself these were all things to look forward to, but he knows that soon he will be parted from her.
Water cascades down his barrel, fitting into the smooth ripples of his muscled shoulders and legs, gathering where his hooves melt into the sand and pools there, before slowly melting back into the spring. Droplets of water sparkle on his wings and on his russet skin, shimmering brilliantly in the last of the sun’s light. A mischievous look finds his face, and with a quick shudder, the droplets spray from his large wings in all directions, sure to further dampen her in the process.
“Oops,” he says with a laugh, muscles bunching beneath his auburn coat just in case she attempts to retaliate, or run at him.
Warrick
@[Ceara]