 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take His breath catches for a moment, but he forces a deeper inhale, and by the time he breathes in again, @[Ichor]’s smiling and no longer pressed so tightly against him. He breathes more easily. The smile stays on the kelpie’s face as the knot of emotion fades, and a sharp bark of laughter escapes as the champagne creature pokes at the sensitive scales of his muzzle with her long nose. Ivar had forgotten how silly she was, the little moth-mare. The emotions she elicits fro him are a sharp and refreshing change to his usual mood of late, and Ivar’s initial task at the river falls away. “Of course you did,” he replies, with just enough bravado in his attitude to match the good-natured amusement that dances behind his brown eyes. “I’m very missable.” He takes a step closer, presses his cheek against hers like a kiss to the forehead. “But no point missing me while I’m here.” Ivar adds. “You might as well make use of me.” The kelpie pulls away, shivering at the cool night air that rushes into the space at his side she had filled. He has two feet in the water before he glanced back, remembering that fetching the flowers won’t quite be right. She doesn’t want them the way other mares might; they’re food more than something to look at. Gesturing to the water, he calls back: “Aren’t you coming? I saw you looking at those daisy-things.” in my dark times, baby this is all i could be |
ivar is a pro at flower identification, obviously.
@[Ichor]