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fire meets gasoline [birth] - Hotaru - 06-09-2016
RE: fire meets gasoline [birth] - Ashamin - 06-09-2016 THE CLOVENHEART on his own When Alice arrived he knew why right away, and he spared no time. Lochan and Rakt rose and flanked him so that all three ran in unison towards the common, unifying love of Hotaru and their children. This was a new chapter. Whatever happened next, they would go into it together. The evening was their time of comfort, when their eyes were sharpest and their senses were honed. The budding stars were lining the path to an old home and a new family. Perhaps he was seeing things, but Ashamin thought that Mriga's stars shone particularly bright on that special night. The dagger bearing its name, however, was still by the Blood Falls. This was a night for rejoicing, not war, and so all of its artifacts would be left behind. When the Sentinels appeared before him he did not hesitate to run past them, and neither did his companions. Rakt leapt with grace and disregard--Lochan with care and delicate swiftness. Ashamin thundered, noise and pride following him where he went. He was going to see his family. He was going to see his love. But luckily for him, she had heeded his words. She had heard him say that he would be there, that he would always be ready to meet at the border. She was not deep within the territory but in fact just at its edge, and so when Alice turned sharply towards a dense collection of pines Ashamin did the same. His heart was pounding and his hair flew behind him with the rushing of air. Lochan picked up speed, breaking through the trees before his bonded. They were close. Ashamin felt his magic unfolding from his heart as he sought out Hotaru's beating life, warm and delicate. Cold pebbles lost beneath the needles flew up and scraped his ankles, causing sparks to burst from them to mend. The last set of brush passed over his eyes and then he saw her, not alone but with two foals and on her feet. Two children. Two children, and they were his. He rushed towards them and his companions circled with care, watching delicately over the new family. Ashamin saw his children, a bright mix of black, cream, and rosen shades. With every step closer he could make them out more clearly, see the unique curves of their oddly thin features. They looked, to be honest, in some ways more like his companions than he. And it was strange, to be sure, and it was not what he expected. But did he care? No. No, because they were his children, and she was his love. And he would always be there for this family he saw now. And they were his, and they were beautiful. He heard their names, whispered with care and spoken with the utmost affection, and committed them to the memory of his heart. Warmth flooded him when he heard his and Hotaru's names in theirs, understood that she'd respected the tradition that flowed through his blood. He immediately reached out with his magic to listen to their hearts, and though Hotaru's seemed labored all were healthy. This was birdsong, the season of strong births, and he was glad that his children had been born into it. "Ru," Ashamin murmured as he pressed his cheek to his lover's and let the burning blue glow of his marking shine onto her chest, "our children... Ru'in... Romina..." His voice caught in the rapture of new fatherhood, the understanding that this was the beginning of a new part of his life. He would never leave this family behind, did they know? "You're beautiful," he said insistently and repeatedly to all of them, as he felt his heart be pulled from his chest and out into the world. His eyes were shut and his cheek travelling to greet his two children, the delicate fae and her mottled strongman of a brother, each looking like one of their two parents. His eyes were shut as the last sparks mended his pasterns and the first tears budded out from under his lids. "I love you," he promised them all. "I will always be here with this love." "" RE: fire meets gasoline [birth] - Ru'in - 06-09-2016
RE: fire meets gasoline [birth] - Romina - 06-09-2016 Something is wrong. The world she knows in half-consciousness is shifting, and she is alone. Abandoned. Her existence is defined by warmth and pressure, but the pressure at her side had always been a companion. A shared life. It's missing now and she's furious, little hooves thrashing in explicit disapproval. She will not be alone, and she will find the missing piece one way or another. She has no choice in being thrust into the world, and it's uncomfortable. But here, at least, there is room. A barrage of information against new senses, a thousand flaring lights that distract and confuse. She searches blindly, a frustrated ball of uncoordinated limbs and bleating huffs. The light stings against her eyes, blurry shapes that clarify themselves far too slowly. A deep, displeased sound slips beneath senseless words and the eager cacophony of strangers. But this heart, this heat, is familiar to her. Her legs do not cooperate with any sort of grace but she does an odd tilt-and-fall, seeking her beloved's flesh. Her pale nose snuffles curiously at this developing scent he will grow to own. Twin, her soul sings joyously, though it has no verbal word in her vernacular just yet. The missing piece settles happily into place and she is compliant once again, displeasure fading away into soft joy. As it will for the rest of her life, whenever he is by her side. And he will stay there, he must, because the few moments spent without him are the only memories she has in that moment. And she does not desire a repeat performance. Hunger gnaws at her belly, and she turns orange eyes to the hulking adult shapes around her, confused. A soft bleat warbles in her throat and she turns to tuck her face against her twin. He is the only solace she knows, so perhaps he will know the solution to the pang in her stomach. She will not move until he does. They'll surely figure this out together. Voices and touched kiss against her skin and she turns her big ears towards them, a wavering, graceless satellite she has no control over yet. She recognizes that these creatures are important to her, feels instinctive stirring of affection or perhaps connection. The ties that bind. But she has no way of communicating with them, and her brother is a warm presence she's reluctant to abandon just yet. Even if it would mean standing and discovering, learning. Ru'in. The meaning of destruction, but he is her haven. Romina, she is called. The name of her legacy. Her origin story. |