05-09-2021, 09:31 PM
It seems his faux-enthusiasm effects his brother. It’s enough for Gale to ignore whatever memories he might’ve Seen and lean into the warmer parts of the dun’s greeting. Tiercel wouldn’t have felt the slight tug at the back of his mind if he hadn’t already been restraining his tide of emotions. It has become a familiar feeling, Gale seeing through his blue-eyed gaze, but the dun isn’t comfortable quite yet. It’s a strange sensation (feeling someone pull gently at his nerves and place themselves within his world) when he knows it’s happening.
It reminds him of the ways he had been splintered apart, put back together, pulled at, infiltrated, and exploited in the past months.
But his brindled brother moves past the glimpses of his torture, and Tiercel internally relaxes with this decision. He isn’t in the mood to explain why his heart glows, or how he can hear screaming every time he wakes up, or why the sunrise looks like blood. Gale’s news about his move distracts Tiercel from any deeper thoughts. “Hyaline, huh? What is it about the mountains that call to you?”
The tall mountainous range has always loomed over Loess, a mighty but daunting eye watching over the red rocks. The dun had wandered through the foothills on his journey away from home, but that had been years ago. Since his return to the canyons, Tiercel has failed to explore much past the soft, pale shoulders of his lover. With a sly, charming smile the navy-marked stallion says as much to his brother. After all, who is he to deny the affections and desires of a mare seemingly born from the stars?
@[Gale] Naked post because my internet in Tennessee is slow af.
It reminds him of the ways he had been splintered apart, put back together, pulled at, infiltrated, and exploited in the past months.
But his brindled brother moves past the glimpses of his torture, and Tiercel internally relaxes with this decision. He isn’t in the mood to explain why his heart glows, or how he can hear screaming every time he wakes up, or why the sunrise looks like blood. Gale’s news about his move distracts Tiercel from any deeper thoughts. “Hyaline, huh? What is it about the mountains that call to you?”
The tall mountainous range has always loomed over Loess, a mighty but daunting eye watching over the red rocks. The dun had wandered through the foothills on his journey away from home, but that had been years ago. Since his return to the canyons, Tiercel has failed to explore much past the soft, pale shoulders of his lover. With a sly, charming smile the navy-marked stallion says as much to his brother. After all, who is he to deny the affections and desires of a mare seemingly born from the stars?
@[Gale] Naked post because my internet in Tennessee is slow af.