Vadar
Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one
If he was burning before, now he is nothing but an inferno. Together they twist and smear, red and white lights that dance through the thick fog around them. Her words are breathless and filled with desire, (desire for him) and he takes that emotion like a long drink of water before diving into the ocean of her body completely. His past disappears, her transgressions are forgotten, and the only thing that seems to remain is the sensation of something as it slicks across her shoulder and ribs where he grips her hard.
“Starsin.” He mutters once, tracing the lines of her constellations from above with his bright eyes.
To quiet himself he buries his nose into the soft rise of her satin grey withers, drives with longing first and then finishes with lust. Maybe he knows that this is nothing to her - that he might never see the night sky like this again - and it fuels his greed into something that borders on passion. Sylva alone hears them but makes no noise in return.
Vadar devours her sensuality whole and falls eagerly into her beautiful darkness, sensing a hidden part of himself being melted down and forged anew by their actions before the buildup of their deadly teasing rushes through him and into her. He’s done it, then. Consumed something forbidden without betraying his own set of principles. Immediately he withdraws from her and staggers backwards, chest heaving.
She seems different now, standing there like that.
The quiet fills up with noise in the absence of the two horse’s sound; crickets chirp again and Vadar blinks as he composes himself. He doesn’t know what to say and feels like words would fail to make any sense, so the crunch of his hooves as they turn him around and push him into the darkness are the only semblance of a goodbye Starsin will get.
He leaves her there and doesn’t look back.
@[Starsin]