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With fire to keep us warm, and tools we made from rocks and bones
Finally after all these seasons of being together, they were having the talk.
It didn't come naturally to Gaucho, this topic of conversation. Where he had come from there was no need for such reassurance, no need for labels or being exclusive. His previous Khal sired many foals with many mares, and while he loved all those in his herd, he placed his khaleesi above all others. In his mind, that was what Gaucho had always done with Sohalia.
Hadn't he?
His mind rolled over to Ampere, the only one to have ever held his longing and lingering looks other than the Transcended. He had thought he loved Ampere (though in truth he knew he did), but something about how they parted made even the thought of loving her feel bitter and disgusting in his mouth. The fiery and fighty passion that had blazed so brightly between he and the blue was unrivaled - even by Sohalia. They had come together after seasons of longing, whereas his passion with Sohalia was almost always instantly met. That sort of slow build had gotten under his skin and into every thought. And when they had come together, when their bodies had melded into one after a battle that was truly worth his time and effort it was ... unparalleled in many respects. He had wanted Ampere, and without Sohalia around (her perceived abandonment providing every justification necessary), he had been happy with the Blue.
But it wasn't as though his feelings for Ampere rivaled those for Sohalia. They merely occupied another place in his heart.
However for all her passion and heat there was one thing Ampere had never offered Gaucho ... perhaps never could offer. Forgiveness. And selfishly that was a trait that he needed; one that Sohalia offered up in spades.
Gaucho found himself wanting to tell Sohalia that he could only be hers if she stayed around. But ... something in the back of his mind (probably Mara) suggested that that wouldn't be a wise thing to say. Still, Gaucho couldn't help but shake the idea that he was chaining himself to the wind. "Gaucho never replace Soh ... Soh never can be replaced." He began, his warm words sinking into her flesh. Was he obligated to tell her about he and Ampere? About Zero? She hadn't asked ... selfishly he allowed himself to remain silent on that issue.
"Yes." The idea of saying that he was hers exclusively, felt like a weight until it was released. The dun didn't like rules and boundaries. He was undefeated in these lands, and yet here he was, beaten and shackled by a mare who he could crush blind and deaf. Yet she had surpassed his strength somehow. She had won his heart effortlessly, and now chained him with the devotion he had given her. But as he agreed to her terms, the trade felt ... alright.
It didn't feel like such a loss, the way it initially did.
"Gaucho just for Soh." He repeated, affirming his acceptance. The flames on his wings grew bright and high for a moment as he sighed, implicitly giving up any lingering hopes of reuniting with Ampere. His feelings for her might not have diminished at all, but nor would Gaucho break his word. In his current frame of mind, with Sohalia pressed against him, the word seemed as though it would be relatively easy to keep. Later however ... that was a different story.
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