12-27-2018, 07:05 AM
Leilan
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
and the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Time - passing time and patience and cooling down: time to contemplate what really matters, time to think of what one loves. Phasus - she loves the safety of the island, and whatever Set can offer her as a magician (that one thing he can’t offer her, even though he has a step-nephew running around healing people as a result of negotiations on Heartfire’s part). The skinny blue roan’s lust for power however, had effectively kept her from that goal, the roan would think.
But he’s no judge - he has his darker secrets. Everyone is like the moon; showing the world only their bright side. Trying to be honest and showing his intentions early on, he still has things that nobody needs to know, per say. Sometimes, the honesty is what makes him clash with others, and sometimes, it’s the keeping of things. One can never know, except in retrospect.
But what’s important, is to make her feel secure. Perhaps not in a position of too much power, but still some? Who knows. She might accept it now, if time turned out not to be in her favour that much, after all. Perhaps Jesper had her realize that sometimes people are not always what they seem at first glance. Not only brash of nature, like Heartfire and him had probably presented themselves.
He’d fixed the crater but he wondered if anyone besides Set knew.
Now, here she was, this glass sheet of a mare - or nearly glass, then. To him, being similar enough, it was easy to see what others might look past. The mask of joy and jokes he hid behind was not unlike the composed and mysterious one she owned, and the physical attraction she seemingly now had found in him, was not much different either. Yet, he knows that game. As old as horses themselves, nature had found autumn a good time for hormonal influences, for reproduction cycles to take place. As such, perhaps she could not help it. As such, perhaps if they hadn’t fought over such a deep-rooted belief of his, or if he hadn’t already decided that the one spotted mare was still enough, or if they’d met earlier on in the fall season before the Plague started... who knows.
Playfully, she approaches, and he slowly bends his neck down just a little to look at her with both eyes; a game, a dance, however one might call it. She drawls his name, asks if he’s missed her, and a slow knowing smile creeps up in one corner of his mouth. ”I know you missed me terribly,” he outs slowly, yet with an almost playful undertone, teasing and at the same time daring her to come closer. ”But you know I already have a wife.” A topic, he thinks that she will probably ignore or waltz over, for the Nerinian queen is not here. His tail moves, brushing past his hock as if perhaps he would have it brush past hers (perhaps he should have long ago, things would have been so different), but he does not make another move towards her.
Let her come, let her see for herself why this one was already taken.
But he’s no judge - he has his darker secrets. Everyone is like the moon; showing the world only their bright side. Trying to be honest and showing his intentions early on, he still has things that nobody needs to know, per say. Sometimes, the honesty is what makes him clash with others, and sometimes, it’s the keeping of things. One can never know, except in retrospect.
But what’s important, is to make her feel secure. Perhaps not in a position of too much power, but still some? Who knows. She might accept it now, if time turned out not to be in her favour that much, after all. Perhaps Jesper had her realize that sometimes people are not always what they seem at first glance. Not only brash of nature, like Heartfire and him had probably presented themselves.
He’d fixed the crater but he wondered if anyone besides Set knew.
Now, here she was, this glass sheet of a mare - or nearly glass, then. To him, being similar enough, it was easy to see what others might look past. The mask of joy and jokes he hid behind was not unlike the composed and mysterious one she owned, and the physical attraction she seemingly now had found in him, was not much different either. Yet, he knows that game. As old as horses themselves, nature had found autumn a good time for hormonal influences, for reproduction cycles to take place. As such, perhaps she could not help it. As such, perhaps if they hadn’t fought over such a deep-rooted belief of his, or if he hadn’t already decided that the one spotted mare was still enough, or if they’d met earlier on in the fall season before the Plague started... who knows.
Playfully, she approaches, and he slowly bends his neck down just a little to look at her with both eyes; a game, a dance, however one might call it. She drawls his name, asks if he’s missed her, and a slow knowing smile creeps up in one corner of his mouth. ”I know you missed me terribly,” he outs slowly, yet with an almost playful undertone, teasing and at the same time daring her to come closer. ”But you know I already have a wife.” A topic, he thinks that she will probably ignore or waltz over, for the Nerinian queen is not here. His tail moves, brushing past his hock as if perhaps he would have it brush past hers (perhaps he should have long ago, things would have been so different), but he does not make another move towards her.
Let her come, let her see for herself why this one was already taken.
you set my soul alight
@[Phasus] uhm, this went slightly in a different direction than when I started writing hahaha
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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