01-08-2021, 02:20 PM
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Right now, Eyas wasn’t in the mood to have her feelings sorted out. She was in the mood for Santana and his abrasiveness. That was about it. The meeting with her siblings had not gone well like she’d expected, and she wasn’t sure how she’d handle Gale from here on out. He’d hurt her, which was something Eyas hadn’t experienced with her blue-brindle twin before. Tiercel’s rejection was easily handled: she’d simply disowned him. Things were much easier for the both of them, that way. Much simpler. Eyas could bury him in place of Gale.
“Couldn’t get away soon enough.” She sidled up next to the bigger stallion, making her needs obvious. Being touched or offering affection was a rarity for her, and she wondered what ‘Tana would think at the way she wordlessly lifted a wing and pushed herself against his scaly side. “Hunting again?” She asked him in the dark, smiling to herself at the distant barking of his fast-food habits.
She let him respond if he wanted to.
In the moment Eyas was content to lean on him for the support she so often shunned. The pegasus mare sighed again, finding it hard to release her bottled up thoughts and feelings in the absent quiet following her question. She wanted - more than anything - to be the kind of horse who could just… be themselves. But after having lived through so much loss and knowing that there was still more yet to come, Eyas felt that being happy or content would be a betrayal to the memory of those left behind.
So she corked the lid and kept her mouth in a tight line, and (sensing her discomfort) the uncomfortable sensation of something writhing in her belly made Eyas shift.
“I’m pregnant, ‘Tana.” The pegasus blurted out.
At least he couldn’t say she wasn’t to-the-point.
“Couldn’t get away soon enough.” She sidled up next to the bigger stallion, making her needs obvious. Being touched or offering affection was a rarity for her, and she wondered what ‘Tana would think at the way she wordlessly lifted a wing and pushed herself against his scaly side. “Hunting again?” She asked him in the dark, smiling to herself at the distant barking of his fast-food habits.
She let him respond if he wanted to.
In the moment Eyas was content to lean on him for the support she so often shunned. The pegasus mare sighed again, finding it hard to release her bottled up thoughts and feelings in the absent quiet following her question. She wanted - more than anything - to be the kind of horse who could just… be themselves. But after having lived through so much loss and knowing that there was still more yet to come, Eyas felt that being happy or content would be a betrayal to the memory of those left behind.
So she corked the lid and kept her mouth in a tight line, and (sensing her discomfort) the uncomfortable sensation of something writhing in her belly made Eyas shift.
“I’m pregnant, ‘Tana.” The pegasus blurted out.
At least he couldn’t say she wasn’t to-the-point.
Grey clouds roll over the hills, bringing darkness from above
@[Santana]
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