02-10-2022, 05:55 PM
I'll settle for the ghost of you.
A snort of laughter escapes him, amusement written all over his face, as she turns to look at him over her slender shoulder. Something in her gaze makes his flames curl, both the ones along his spine and the warmth that suddenly stirs in his belly. He had never met anyone like Lillibet before. Sometimes sassy, sometimes sweet. And then the coquetry that naturally seems to rise between them, this was new as well. He was aware of the birds and the bees, Aela had made sure to impart that wisdom on him before the Pampas had been destroyed, a clueless Fae stallion probably lingering in the back of her mind and wanting him to be as prepared as he possibly could be for a life outside of the wildflowers. However it still confused him, this whole flirting thing, and he’s not sure what to make of that stirring in his belly when he catches the moonlight shining off her back or when she looks at him with that glint in her amber eye.“I’m willing to bet even angels have secrets.” He teases back, falling into step beside her and thinking momentarily of Ryatah. She was the only angel he had ever actually met and seemed as pure as they came but he couldn’t help but wonder about her. The stories that must have brought her to reside in Hyaline instead of in the heavens were surely angels must belong. They reach a narrow passage through the canyons and he doesn’t bother to hide the grin when she takes the lead, a Queen in her castle already. He waits for her to move through it, like a gentleman, before following behind and this has its own set of challenges. It’s hard to focus on anything else but the gentle sway of her hips as she walks, her lilac tail flicking close enough to lightly graze his chest. His flames spike and he swallows hard as his lips press together firmly.
It is only seconds in the narrows and then he is quick to move to her side, clearing his throat as more flames wrap around his shoulders. Realizing this, he is quick to subdue them and takes a moment to gather his bearings. His glow had dimmed in the tight canyon shadows but his golden light blazes once more as he stands beside her near the river, yellow eyes curious as he had not really ventured this way yet. He takes the moment of silence to take a drink, finding the water here tastes surprisingly clean and clear. The hardy breeze makes his flames dance to new heights and he is careful to make sure the extra warmth he had given her doesn’t suddenly spiral out of control. Although she would probably be just as beautiful with half her mane burnt off, he figures she wouldn’t appreciate the humor.
The lengthy crimson tendrils from his own disheveled mane whip across his face and curl around his neck, clinging to his spotted skin as he turns his head to look at her. Velvet ears swiveling in her direction as he catches that coquettish smile. Did he like it here? It was a complex answer. “It’s not home.” He finally says with a slight shrug of honesty. The wounds from the South were still too raw to even try and find a sense of comfort and stability like what had been made in the South. “However…” He hesitates, sending a new wave of flames to crawl along his back before answering quietly in the brief respite the wind gives. Trying to find her gaze and hold it with his own peculiar one that seems to spark with renewed intensity. “I like spending time with you.”
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