02-27-2021, 05:19 PM
Mesec has felt happiness before, had even thought he had known love, but Alaska’s words and the emotions they inspire eclipse everything else. His previous infatuations, the careful and doomed courtships, the ill-conceived solace found in the company of another. Mesec doesn’t regret any of it, he just sees it all now for what it truly was.
It has been a long road for this silver-lined stallion and as he inhales Alaska’s scent and unashamedly relishes the feeling of her touch - he finds himself looking forward to the path ahead in a way he has not ever allowed himself to.
That she could think of him as her home, that he could somehow be worthy of such affection from Alaska, is overwhelming enough to inspire renewed tears in Mesec’s silver eyes. He’s thankful for their embrace in more ways than one, including the chance to try to get himself at least a little under control.
He is quiet for a moment but does not remain still while he gathers his thoughts. His silver muzzle noses the lock of black mane tied in her hair and then he gently brushes his lips against the white skin of her neck. That’s where he replies, pressing the words carefully back to her - his voice quiet as though that could possibly do anything to hide the sweet tide of emotions it carries.
“And you’re mine.” His home, his sun, his future. For as long as she’ll have him, he’ll follow her.
It has been a long road for this silver-lined stallion and as he inhales Alaska’s scent and unashamedly relishes the feeling of her touch - he finds himself looking forward to the path ahead in a way he has not ever allowed himself to.
That she could think of him as her home, that he could somehow be worthy of such affection from Alaska, is overwhelming enough to inspire renewed tears in Mesec’s silver eyes. He’s thankful for their embrace in more ways than one, including the chance to try to get himself at least a little under control.
He is quiet for a moment but does not remain still while he gathers his thoughts. His silver muzzle noses the lock of black mane tied in her hair and then he gently brushes his lips against the white skin of her neck. That’s where he replies, pressing the words carefully back to her - his voice quiet as though that could possibly do anything to hide the sweet tide of emotions it carries.
“And you’re mine.” His home, his sun, his future. For as long as she’ll have him, he’ll follow her.
Mesec
@[alaska]