He wears his scars, having no one to take them away and no interest in doing so. Tunnel does not possess her vanity, nor does he understand it. Other men might want perfection, expect to find it even but Tunnel is not other men.
Bardot is never what he expects her to be. He knows what makes her tremble, but he hasn’t come here for that and so he tries another tack and finds it has no desirable effect. She moves away from him without hesitation, stalking off into the plain with an unyielding posture he has glimpsed before. Darkness descends over his body again before he follows, drifting quietly after the buckskin. Tunnel has never crossed into any of the lands outside the common areas and has never even bothered to think of the politics that hold them together or divide them. Who decided that this place was set aside of whoever would claim it? Fairies? A god? Someone now dead and nameless whose only legacy is now some arbitrary boundary? Will he start to want to live in a place like this as well, instead of carving out a savage living in the forest?
When did he begin to have so many questions.
Annoyed, the stallion follows Bardot like a specter until he grows impatient. Moving up beside her but still faded into the darkness Tunnel falls into step with the Amazon. “Not even interested in finding out why I’m here, little unicorn?” That pet name reminds him of things that make his breathing hitch, but he snorts and continues to follow her.
In the dark this is a rather boring place. Not the kind of place he would expect her to choose. Again, he is reminded not to have expectations of Bardot. “Or are you looking for someone to throw me out for being the monster who gave you what you wanted?” How full of questions he is. How eager to taunt her. The shrouded stallion drifts nearer, his muscular shoulder bumping Bardot’s. The darkness drops away again, leaving him cobalt and black and nothing more. “Throw me out then. You don’t need help. He pulls ahead and stops in front of her, too close once again. Tunnel’s lip twitches and his grey eyes search her golden ones. He doesn’t know what he looks for, only that he wants to see what lies there.
@Beth & @Jerry