Note & Sabel

@[Cheveyo]

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'Shit.'
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. An action brought out of abhorrence and lust had morphed into a conflicting situation dominated by Note's own culpability. He hadn't meant for Cheveyo to get emotional at all. The stallion was awful at helping others cope with their personal affairs. He would grudgingly oblige to doing so, but would most likely only make the circumstances worse. His conflicted emotions were but a side effect of this. Whatever the stallion happened to galavant into would be thoroughly screwed up by the time he was done with it. Perhaps he was just an unlucky fellow. Or the unlucky fellows found their way to him, as if they were companions of impending doom.
Either way, it didn't change the situation. Cheveyo was pulling him close, very close. With any other horse this would be far too close for comfort, but with this mare it seemed...natural.
In that moment, Note realized how false he had lived his life. He had trotted after fake love, yearning for a chance to be normal all these years. Then Cheveyo had come in. She was the most unnatural being there was - yet the stallion found her the easiest to be in the company of. How ironic.
The stallion draped his neck over her own withers, savoring the feeling of their bodies being ever so close. They couldn't be just friends. But it was too soon to be anything more. Or was it?
Gods, he didn't know. But he couldn't confess his feelings for her when he didn't quite understand them himself. He thought he understood his feelings for Sohalia but that was not so. Then, in the past, when the pair had been labeled as mates, the stallion ran from having to deal with her. Even now, he felt both love and resentment for the mare. Love for her braveness, resentment for her running out on him to flounce around with another stallion. Would Cheveyo do that?
Note softly sighed, remembered his new 'live in the moment' philosophy and pulled the mare a little bit closer, moving into the touch. It was intimate, yet gentle. He liked it, but wanted more. More would be too much to ask for at the moment, though.
The stallion picked his head up a bit, glancing at the mare's flaxen locks, his breath utterly taken away by the contact they had shared. He smiled a bit, a soft laugh coming from his ashen lips. This was an unusual encounter, but he found himself wanting to give anything to just stay in this moment.
Sabel was a different story. The one time she had had Note all to herself, she was forced into sharing him again. She was actually connecting with him, learning things about the stallion she had never known and now there was someone else...it just wasn't fair to her. Whatever version of fair she had contemplated was nothing like this. The cat shot a sightless glare at Cheveyo from her position on her bonded's rump. She dug her claws into Note's skin, but not hard enough to cause him pain. Just enough to relay her displeasure.
The lanky lynx whirled around once Note had moved into their touch. She leapt off his rump, landing with a soft thud in the sand. She wandered to the side of the cave, her pelt brushing the cave wall. He wouldn't even notice her departure. He was far too caught up in the other mare. He's always falling all over the place for someone else. It's like she's never enough...if all Note wanted was company, why was she not an option? The cat would die for him. She would die a slow, painful death for him.
And he wouldn't even notice her leave his hugging spree.
Note did notice, but he ignored her all the same. He understood Sabel perfectly, but this was what she signed up for when they bonded.
"How many horses have you touched like this, Cheveyo?" Note asked, diverting his attention as far away from Sabel as possible. It was a personal question to be asking of Cheveyo, maybe even too personal, but it was genuine. He had only touched one other mare like this. One.
That made Cheveyo pretty special. But Note wasn't sure if he was quite as remarkable to her. Therefor, he needed an answer.