It was incredibly hard, reaching out to her. At the contact of her skin against his muzzle it seemed as if his entire world melted away. It almost reminded him of how his little images faded. They seemed to melt away back into reality. Yet, as the world around her seemed to fall away, she still remained. She was real. He exhaled sharply, another wave of extreme emotion flowing over him like a waterfall. It consumed his mind, his memories. If she was all he would remember from this day forward, he would be fine. All the hurt in the world that he had seemed to disappear with her. She carried it all away with the little curve of her mouth, and the nervous flutters of her wings. Such a delicate heart had been able to take away what his had been weighed down with since his first breath.
Yet it all came flooding back as she pulled away. It felt as if a void had been ripped into him, like a betrayal. He was so ready to watch her get up and leave, just like everyone else. Yet, again she remained. Tilting his head, nervous glances shot all over her. Was she hurt? Had he done something wrong? Reaching forward, he prepared for rejection. Yet, it was completely the opposite. Her muzzle grazed against his with the tenderness of downy feathers. He blinked once, as electricity surged through him. Cerin was only accustomed to taking physical contact on his accords, not falling to the whims of others.
However, it would be an understatement to say that he just "liked" the contact. It was more, and much, much harder to explain. There are not words, or even actions that can come close to explaining the complexity of these feelings. Thus, the moment is his and hers alone. No one else could steal it away from them. She moved then, gently sweeping the remnants of his tears from his face.
'I like you'. In hopeless romantic terms, this was a little anti-climatic. For Cerin though, it meant the world. He sighed contentedly, then reaching his own muzzle out to nudge her neck. It was his own affirmation, letting her know that he felt the same way. So what did this mean for their future, if anything? He hoped for sure that one existed for them, whether for love or friendship, both he was lucky to have. It wasn't often that he came across someone so willing to sit with him, and just enjoy his company. One-sided conversations seemed to bore the average mind. Good thing Myrrine was fantastic, out of the league of being average. She was extraordinary.
Summoning a little bit of his magic, he decided she needed to see what he was doing to her. The image, or the world he created around them was bright. It seemed to emanate an aura of warmth and comfort, yet had an underlying stream of excitement and fear. It was the giddiness of young love personified. Sighing, the image faded and he was content to be with her. Nothing, not even fantastical images, could beat this.
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Tag;; @[Myrrine]
Words;; 524 Words
Notes;; <3 finally got this up hope its okay, cause I'm still in kind of a drug induced state. :P
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