02-08-2022, 04:02 PM
Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
He is one with the clouds. The weightless feeling inside of him seems to spread until it feels like he is the sky, floating effortlessly over Beqanna and looking down at where he lays in a strange out of body experience. A soft hum of pleasure vibrates against dark lips, the sensation of flowers gently being threaded into his mane soothing and lulling him deeper beneath the amber waves of nectar. As usual, when he gets to this state, his thoughts drift to imaginative places. Ones that tend to lead him towards a certain green and black mare. This time he is wary of the encounter in his mind, still holding reservations regarding their interaction in the Ruins. He had not forgotten the subtle way she had avoided his eye, the gut feeling that there was something he was missing.
Hazy dreams (they must be dreams) fade in and out and sometimes they seem almost real. Like he had actually lived them, as if they had actually happened. He’s not sure what to make of them or if whatever explanation she could give can excuse whatever she has done, what had happened in their absence.
The soft swish of parting grass should have been enough to alert him, however his head is so far up in the clouds he barely registers that he is no longer alone. It is a purring voice that pulls him partially from his drunken haze, momentarily chasing away the dark turn he had begun to follow. He doesn’t get up from where he lays, instead his head leans further back until he is staring up into a strangers face. An interesting face, one that swirls with colors and constellations and he becomes lost in that for a moment, how they seem to move across her skull on their own. She had asked him something but it takes him a second to respond, still caught in the patterns that now seem to spiral along her horn.
It is a mirror image of mischief in his own wild crimson eyes that finally finds hers, followed by a loose smirk curling at the edges of his mouth. “Why can’t it be both?” He drawls, trying to keep her in focus as he squints against the brightness of the sun flaring behind her kaleidoscope figure. Although his reaction time is a little delayed, when she mentions having never indulged in the finer things of life herself, he is quick to remedy that. With the use of his latest ability, all it takes is a whiff of a thought for amber liquid to appear in little hollowed out wooden bowls around her. “Help yourself.” He says nonchalantly, a hoof kicked towards the air above him with a flourish. "Let’s hear all about this restlessness that needs quelling” He says suggestively, glancing away from her with a sly expression sketched along the glittered patterns that accent his dark skull. Light seems to catch on a tangle, pulling harder than needed to free it, causing the dark Fae to snort in irritation and shoot a warning look at his advisor and companion. The Wisp is unusually quiet and he wonders if he's displeased with him. Obscene merely chuckles softly as he looks back to the clouds. Why shouldn’t he enjoy the company of a pretty face after all? It might be just the distraction he needs.
Hazy dreams (they must be dreams) fade in and out and sometimes they seem almost real. Like he had actually lived them, as if they had actually happened. He’s not sure what to make of them or if whatever explanation she could give can excuse whatever she has done, what had happened in their absence.
The soft swish of parting grass should have been enough to alert him, however his head is so far up in the clouds he barely registers that he is no longer alone. It is a purring voice that pulls him partially from his drunken haze, momentarily chasing away the dark turn he had begun to follow. He doesn’t get up from where he lays, instead his head leans further back until he is staring up into a strangers face. An interesting face, one that swirls with colors and constellations and he becomes lost in that for a moment, how they seem to move across her skull on their own. She had asked him something but it takes him a second to respond, still caught in the patterns that now seem to spiral along her horn.
It is a mirror image of mischief in his own wild crimson eyes that finally finds hers, followed by a loose smirk curling at the edges of his mouth. “Why can’t it be both?” He drawls, trying to keep her in focus as he squints against the brightness of the sun flaring behind her kaleidoscope figure. Although his reaction time is a little delayed, when she mentions having never indulged in the finer things of life herself, he is quick to remedy that. With the use of his latest ability, all it takes is a whiff of a thought for amber liquid to appear in little hollowed out wooden bowls around her. “Help yourself.” He says nonchalantly, a hoof kicked towards the air above him with a flourish. "Let’s hear all about this restlessness that needs quelling” He says suggestively, glancing away from her with a sly expression sketched along the glittered patterns that accent his dark skull. Light seems to catch on a tangle, pulling harder than needed to free it, causing the dark Fae to snort in irritation and shoot a warning look at his advisor and companion. The Wisp is unusually quiet and he wonders if he's displeased with him. Obscene merely chuckles softly as he looks back to the clouds. Why shouldn’t he enjoy the company of a pretty face after all? It might be just the distraction he needs.
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@rosemary
Timeline Clarity: After the Ruins and before meeting Cheri by the river
Light isn't actually there, he's just hella faded lol
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