01-13-2017, 10:14 PM
The bastard.
The mother fucking beautiful bastard.
Lids close slowly over the darkness of her eyes as she winces at the sound of his voice. It jars her, stinging like a thousand bees but so sweet to her ears. She had laid awake at night with a clutch of tears threatening her eyes as she longed to hear the sound of his low voice. But this? This is what he asks? Marlyn could feign anger, could pretend, she could turn up her head and growl a response along the lines of 'none of your damn business' except that it was. A long breath is drawn as she drowns in his scent.
Cedarwood and pine.
Earth and fresh rain.
Damn you, Ashely. If he chose to trespass into her mind, then he could feel the hurt and dark pain in it's depths. An exhale follows. "Yes." One little word seals their fate. Marlyn would never deny the child of his father once born if Ashley should decide to disappear again but the mare would never allow herself to reach out as she does now. If the pale sienna male should run again...well...disappointment would solidify the heart that beat in her chest (for him). Perhaps she would return to Sylva and make her peace with it all.
(She hopes he will not leave)
Dark eyes try to remain hard, angry. She tries to still the flutter of her heart. Marlyn wills for their child to still in her womb as he moves at the sound of his father's voice. Marlyn is scared of all of this. Never has she loved or made love. Never has she bore a child. Never has she known such pain.
Marlyn says nothing else but watches from just at his right flank as Ashley stands frozen and strong as always. She wants to melt against him, scream and cry it all away. She wants answers and she wants him to touch her tenderly and tell her its all okay. She fears that she wants too much and so she simply stands quietly with heaving sides, her control slipping slowly with every jagged breath and blink of her moist eyes.
The mother fucking beautiful bastard.
Lids close slowly over the darkness of her eyes as she winces at the sound of his voice. It jars her, stinging like a thousand bees but so sweet to her ears. She had laid awake at night with a clutch of tears threatening her eyes as she longed to hear the sound of his low voice. But this? This is what he asks? Marlyn could feign anger, could pretend, she could turn up her head and growl a response along the lines of 'none of your damn business' except that it was. A long breath is drawn as she drowns in his scent.
Cedarwood and pine.
Earth and fresh rain.
Damn you, Ashely. If he chose to trespass into her mind, then he could feel the hurt and dark pain in it's depths. An exhale follows. "Yes." One little word seals their fate. Marlyn would never deny the child of his father once born if Ashley should decide to disappear again but the mare would never allow herself to reach out as she does now. If the pale sienna male should run again...well...disappointment would solidify the heart that beat in her chest (for him). Perhaps she would return to Sylva and make her peace with it all.
(She hopes he will not leave)
Dark eyes try to remain hard, angry. She tries to still the flutter of her heart. Marlyn wills for their child to still in her womb as he moves at the sound of his father's voice. Marlyn is scared of all of this. Never has she loved or made love. Never has she bore a child. Never has she known such pain.
Marlyn says nothing else but watches from just at his right flank as Ashley stands frozen and strong as always. She wants to melt against him, scream and cry it all away. She wants answers and she wants him to touch her tenderly and tell her its all okay. She fears that she wants too much and so she simply stands quietly with heaving sides, her control slipping slowly with every jagged breath and blink of her moist eyes.
MARLYN