06-21-2018, 06:06 PM
She is not typically one to be wrapped up in emotions. Briseis did not spend her days, or even her nights, dreaming up a love story with herself at the center of it. In fact she never thought of love at all. To her, she is not entirely sure such a thing exists. Infatuation, lust, and the comfort of familiarity perhaps, but not actual love. She was not raised by or around it, and even looking at Leilan she is not thinking of it. No, the feeling that was burning like a hot coal in the pit of her stomach was something far more primal. It clouds her thoughts, a foggy haze beginning to push away all memory of her night terrors - the very thing that had driven her here in the first place. She is certain he can read her face like a map, and the idea is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
With autumn upon them, and at her young age, she was still learning to cope with the feelings the season brought. Previously her solitude had kept her out of harms way, for the obsidian colored mare blended easily with the shadows, and she was far too shy and confused to ever seek anyone out. Never did she imagine she would be in the situation she was now, with a stallion pressing so close to her.
When his lips touch her, a breath catches in her throat, but instead of the heat rising to her face it spreads across every nerve in her body, like a thousand fire-pricks to the skin. His muzzle trails the curvature of her neck to settle near her ear, sending a shiver down the length of her spine. He asks her a question, but she can hardly hear over the sound of her own pulse in her ears, trying desperately to maintain ahold of her reality. She is not like most girls. She doesn’t know how to be the sultry temptress, nor is she a powerful leader dripping with confidence. She is mild and shy, with a feeling brewing inside of her with such intensity that it is close to spilling over, and she isn’t sure how to handle it. Her own delicate muzzle closes the space between them, tracing the slope of his shoulder. ”Show me,” are the only words she can manage to say, a breathless whisper that travels the incredibly short distance from her lips to his skin. She is sure her tone does nothing to hide the ache she was feeling, but she finds that right now, she doesn’t care.
@[Leilan]
With autumn upon them, and at her young age, she was still learning to cope with the feelings the season brought. Previously her solitude had kept her out of harms way, for the obsidian colored mare blended easily with the shadows, and she was far too shy and confused to ever seek anyone out. Never did she imagine she would be in the situation she was now, with a stallion pressing so close to her.
When his lips touch her, a breath catches in her throat, but instead of the heat rising to her face it spreads across every nerve in her body, like a thousand fire-pricks to the skin. His muzzle trails the curvature of her neck to settle near her ear, sending a shiver down the length of her spine. He asks her a question, but she can hardly hear over the sound of her own pulse in her ears, trying desperately to maintain ahold of her reality. She is not like most girls. She doesn’t know how to be the sultry temptress, nor is she a powerful leader dripping with confidence. She is mild and shy, with a feeling brewing inside of her with such intensity that it is close to spilling over, and she isn’t sure how to handle it. Her own delicate muzzle closes the space between them, tracing the slope of his shoulder. ”Show me,” are the only words she can manage to say, a breathless whisper that travels the incredibly short distance from her lips to his skin. She is sure her tone does nothing to hide the ache she was feeling, but she finds that right now, she doesn’t care.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Leilan]