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02-15-2016, 02:02 AM
KAJ
the aurelight
He's loathe to ripple the waters around her, for she has achieved a level of stillness that turns the pond into glass, reflecting the stars and pregnant moon overhead. She reflected it as well, seeming to absorb the gossamer threads of moonlight within her skin. He was the sun that revolved around her, and he mused that perhaps they would be given this one night to reunite. This was what fables were made of, and he sighed softly into the chill of the air. Oh how the sun loved the moon, he recited quietly to himself as he watched her beautiful eyes alight upon him. Her rasping voice was filled with a deep desperation that Kaj wanted to drink from, drown his sorrows in the same liquor she imbued herself with. He could sense it in her, scent it like death that clung to her skin, this kindred agony they shared.
Obligingly the gold stepped into the pool, the Transcended and the Aurelight bathing beneath the cool distant light of the stars. His wings moved to float atop the water, mimicking her pose as he waded deeper, left inevitably taller in his looming height but as equal as he could make them. His hooves sank into the soft, forgiving silt at the bottom of the pond, but he let his own body still instead of fighting the way he sank into the earth. His eyes were only for Sohalia, for the shadows he found in her blue gaze, and let his own defenses melt away beneath the plaintive stare of hers. Her soft, throaty confession was met with a sad smile, knowing there was no need to shield himself from her now. They were just two lonely souls in a lake, trying to find an anchor to cling to for a few hours more.
"But sometimes it's better to not be alone," he pointed out, voice soft and rumbling like comforting distant thunder. She had begged him to join her, after all. She had not simply granted her permission, she had said please. It was as clear a sign as any that she did not want to suffer through whatever this was alone. Kaj tentatively offered his muzzle to the pale woman, in case she wanted something physical, something platonic and unquestionably affectionate to ground herself with. There need not be any strings or requirements attached to it, and Kaj would not admit to himself that maybe he needed it to.
Undo my sad
Undo what hurts so bad
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