if there's love in this life; Litotes/holiday part

[Kensa]

for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

“Yes!” Her laughter is like bells ringing among the branches of the crystal tree and Lie thrills and rushes to clutch her to him. It’s the kind of rough unthinking embrace that bruises her make her feel intensely loved all at once and she would not change a single thing about it. She presses her face into his skin breathless and joyful and when he pulls back a little, anxiously, her eyes are shining. “It’s alright Lie! It’s early, you haven’t hurt us.”

Us.  

Kensa presses close again, pivoting so that they are side by side and she can tug at the ends of his pale mane. “You looked a little terrified there for a moment. Didn’t anyone tell you when happens when a mommy and daddy love each other very much?” She teases, before nipping him suggestively, her breath falling hot against his muscular neck.

She knows the things he is worried about. She has worries too, the plague is not something they have the luxury of ignoring. They will need to talk about what they will do with their children, if it would be better to send Astarielle and the incoming baby to live in the Cove. She’s considered this already, suspects Lie will want her to take their daughter and unborn child to safety. She’s ready for that fight, but hopes he’ll spare her for tonight.

The chestnut mare steps away, brushing a quick kiss across Lie’s lips before cantering off into the snowy scene, kicking up powdery whiteness with a light buck. She’s still spry, and intends to enjoy it before this baby gets too big for her to be as wild as she’d like.

kensa

for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.

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