satanic silk

Her eyes captivated him, as she watched him as carefully as he watched her. A small part of him wondered idly if Silas was becoming jealous of the moment they were sharing, or if the zephyr was wondering the multiple ways he could wound the bat-winged stallion. Silk's tail flicked with amusement at the idea. The dapple grey lady tucked her crown against her breast, clearly trying to avoid the gaze that they had been holding. Of course there was no hiding. Not for either of them. The moon above shown down through the sparse clouds, illuminating them in the night. Silk stepped closer, placing his dark hooves slowly and delicately on the grainy surface beneath him. His lobes were perked directly toward the soft voice that spoke to him, and his eyes were dark, softer than normal.

It was clear that Africa did not want to tell him what had happened to her. He could not imagine what she had done that not only caused the loss of her wing, but what could possibly have caused her so much emotional pain - and was that shame that she was trying to hide? What was it that was so terrible that she was afraid to tell him. He was a pegasus like her, he could understand that what she had gone through was traumatizing. It always helps to talk about it. Perhaps that advice was true, but something in his belly told him to not push the scarred beauty before she was ready. And he had a sense that he had been doing that since he first met her.

He stepped closer, stepping past whatever personal space boundaries that they had erected. Instead of maintaining any distance, he laid his head over her, resting his soft velveteen muzzle on her shoulder, her feathers tickling his ears. He extended his left wing and wrapped it delicately around her breast and around to his nose. He blinked slowly as he sought the words that were to express what was swirling in his mind. Some tattoos can be beautiful, and foolishness is part of finding ourselves. He snuffled softly, and murmured against her mane. You don't have to tell me, but I'm here to listen.

He hoped that she would not rebuff him. It was not often that he exposed his softer side - at least he hoped that was true. Though feelings were not unfamiliar with him, he did not frequently express them as potently as he did now. Though she remained closed to him, he hoped that she would find comfort as he opened himself to her.