tangerine
face to the sun
Together they lay in the grass, two young things somewhere in between having everything and having nothing. He is a king and she is a vagabond. But she wears her freedom like a crown.
Amet rests his head on her chest and Tang feels weightless. The carefree joy of his laugh warms her, she loves to see the ones she cares about happy. An endearing name for her falls from his lips as naturally as if they had known each other for a lifetime -and she can’t help but be flattered by the token of his affection. But the words which precede it catch her off guard.
There was nothing beyond companionship between her and Warrick, he had made that clear to her. Not to say she didn’t, still did, wish he had taken her in, accepted her as a lover. She tries not to allow herself to think of if she is content or not with the way things turned out between herself and Warrick. She was not one to question another’s decision about such a personal matter.
She has nothing to hide from Amet. At least that’s what she tells herself, in her moment of hesitation.
But as quickly as she sought to validate her actions she scolds herself for doing so. No stallion had claim to her soul or body and none ever would. She was her own master. She could love vastly and not love less because of it.
That’s wat she tells herself, at three years old with the stars in her eyes.
But all of this she didn’t need to worry about now, these thoughts would have to keep for later reflection on a long run. Banishing her musings, she places a playful nip on the soft skin where his scales fade away into smooth skin, only exposed for the first time to her because of their relaxed position. He made her feel alive, this dragon boy.
“I don’t think you will have to try too hard.” She laughs. “But… who says I’m going anywhere?”
With a movement almost feline, he is suddenly on his feet again. Tang smiles up at him as she too finds her feet and turns for the lake. But she can’t shake the feeling of his skin on her lips.
She bounds after him and without any hesitancy she plunges her painted figure into the cooling waters. The pristine lake welcomes her, absorbing her into its depths. Tang takes a gulp of air and allows her muscled body to sink. The sounds underwater are soothing and distant muffled like a daydream. Here amber eyes flutter open, and she takes a moment to absorb the mystical turquoise world around her – noting is clear, but it is beautiful. She enjoys the weightlessness a moment more, her main and tail swirling around her, before her lungs prompts her to seek the air again. With a gasp, she breaks the surface and finds herself near Amet.
One hundred little rivers run down her face and neck, her black forelock heavy and clinging to her brow. She is happy she has so easily found him again in this big world, and the thought makes her turn her face to his. “I don’t think a summer swim was ever a bad idea.” He voice carries the contentment she feels at such a lovely summer day in good company, and her eyes sparkle like the surface of the lake.
@[Amet]