06-21-2018, 03:10 PM
Leilan
Your beauty is beyond compare -
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
She's as dark as the night surrounding them - it will be this dark only for an hour or two more perhaps, but Leilan doesn't think or care about the future. She's in such close proximity now, and although there is a light tensing to be sensed, it is indeed rather sensed than seen or even felt. He studies her face, but she seems distracted by the political climate he just mentioned, her face wrinkling in a frown that is in a way funny and also cute to look at. It's over before it's gone, however, and he ends up humming in agreement with her own conclusion. Yes. Hyaline would be best for her. Hyaline would be safe for a mare so fragile.
Fragile, indeed. He can't help but feel overly protective of her, or perhaps that is just because tonight she has run too far and seems lost and lonely without him. He has stepped close now, close enough to touch, and he's afraid of breaking her but at the same time she seems already broken - perhaps something he can mend. Glue together as it were. She says luck is on her side, and his eyes search hers - she is genuinely intrigued, so much so that she seems to forget all else, and the image of the stars reflected in her eyes make it similar to him. Oh, she's pretty. Pretty enough, and present, on a night like this that's all that seems to matter. He breaths her breath, almost touching her nose, then suddenly he does just that - a small kiss on top of her nose, near to her eyes, and gives her his signature quick, dazzling smile before nosing all the way over her head to a soft spot behind her ear. She should relax under such a touch, or at least, that's what he's going for. He hums a little, before asking her a question. "What did you have in mind, instead of walking home?" he wonders. He leaves no illusion - he has ideas. The question is does she pick up on it, would she allow him to stay so close, pull her as close as physically possible?
Fragile, indeed. He can't help but feel overly protective of her, or perhaps that is just because tonight she has run too far and seems lost and lonely without him. He has stepped close now, close enough to touch, and he's afraid of breaking her but at the same time she seems already broken - perhaps something he can mend. Glue together as it were. She says luck is on her side, and his eyes search hers - she is genuinely intrigued, so much so that she seems to forget all else, and the image of the stars reflected in her eyes make it similar to him. Oh, she's pretty. Pretty enough, and present, on a night like this that's all that seems to matter. He breaths her breath, almost touching her nose, then suddenly he does just that - a small kiss on top of her nose, near to her eyes, and gives her his signature quick, dazzling smile before nosing all the way over her head to a soft spot behind her ear. She should relax under such a touch, or at least, that's what he's going for. He hums a little, before asking her a question. "What did you have in mind, instead of walking home?" he wonders. He leaves no illusion - he has ideas. The question is does she pick up on it, would she allow him to stay so close, pull her as close as physically possible?
there's something here that doesn't make sense
let's go and poke it with a stick
let's go and poke it with a stick
@[Briseis]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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