Note & Sabel

@[Cheveyo]

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Distorted sniffles came from Cheveyo's direction, causing Note's heart to ache in a way he was unfamiliar with. Yet, in a twisted way, he wanted her to cry into his touch. Not to force anymore pain unto the mare, he certainly did not want that, but he wanted to comfort her. Be there for her. Wipe her cheek with his muzzle and say, "My love, don't cry when there is so much to smile unto." The words threatened to actually break the barrier of his lips, but they never came. No matter how much Note found himself adoring the painted mare, he still felt it too soon. This was only their second meeting. And he silently prayed it to be the second of many more.
As his chosen words left his lips, Cheveyo's pink gaze came to meet his. Her eyes were strange, but he liked them. He liked strange. In all honesty, Note was sick of the same old gray coats. The bays. The chestnuts. As well as the other shades of banausic, unmarked equines who roam the land as if they're top dog in this wolf pack.
Cheveyo lightly shook her head, meaning one thing.
"None."
It wasn't relief that washed upon the stallion as he heard the word, but more so caused his curiosity to pique even further, an endless stream of 'Why?'s ebbing within his skull. Why did she feel the need to touch him, then? Why hadn't she found anyone else to touch so intimately? Was she scared? If so, then why? Did she just not feel the need to be close to others? If so, then why? Why? WHY? WHY HIM? The thoughts roared in his mind, though they didn't seem like his own. He had never felt such an intense anger towards anyone, ever. Note didn't hold grudges like that.
'Oh, Gods,' Note thought, wallowing in his own despair at the realization. Sabel's emotions were influencing his thoughts, no doubt. 'Sabel, please, you got along fine with Soh,' The bay plead, placing his head back upon Cheveyo's withers to hide whatever emotions flashed upon his features. 'I don't like thieves,' came a quiet hiss within his mind. As sad as it was, Sabel was right about the thief part. In the lynx's mind, she had conjured a world of just herself and Note. Within this world, she was being robbed of the only thing to ever bring her happiness which was her bonded, the dusty bay stallion known as Note. The one to commit such a terrible crime was Miss Cheveyo.
But it wasn't like that. He was the one stealing himself away from the cat. Note shut his eyes, a light sigh falling from his lungs, too enamored with the spectacular mare before him to get caught up in such a childish argument over himself of all things.
"You?"
Well, now, that's a touchy subject. Note began to regret ever asking the mare the question, but he wanted the answer. He wanted to know what he meant to her, therefor, he found out. It was incredible to know how seemingly special he was to her, as she was almost the same to him. Note had saved himself for someone truly meaningful - Sohalia. He thought she was meaningful at the time, at least. But he didn't regret anything of his past, oh no. There was no use in doing that, especially since she had gifted him with Skysong. Although he knew not where the filly was today.
"One," Note whispered the forlorn word, the speech barely audible. He was becoming increasingly conflicted regarding the subject. Yet it only made him pull the mare closer to his body, his skin sizzling at the contact. Would it be too much to ask to stay here forever? He wished it wouldn't, but knew all well the ending of this storybook tale.