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02-15-2016, 03:35 AM
The Aurelight might have worried about promises and expectations, but she wanted nothing from him except for this night, this moment. Come the morning, they would each go on their way: she to her solitude, and he to... somewhere. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, not when they were here, under the stars, wrapped up in each other. It was a blessing, to let everything fall away, to shed the broken layers that shielded her from the world (or the world from her - which was it, again?), to reveal her deepest, darkest self to the golden steed. She didn't really know him, but she didn't have to - this was about more than their identities, it was bigger than their individuality. For now, they were only a shared light in the darkness, holding out for the dawn to come. He pressed his forehead to hers and she felt the stirrings of something new, something whole, blossoming in the back of her mind. She had been with others before Kaj, but this was something different, something foreign. There was pain - oh, yes, there was pain - but it was the kind of pain that burns brightly, threatening to consume you, pushes you almost to the brink - and then you wake up and you realize that the fire burned away all of your sins, all of your sorrows, and you have been reborn. And so she bore her guilt and her anguish, pressing herself against him, breathing him in -- His wings engulfed her. No, she might have cried, reminded of another's wings, encircling her in warmth and protection - and it was not protection that she sought tonight. No, it was something primal and angry that clawed at her heart, that urged her to bear the cruel lashes of fate with defiance, for it would not break her, not now, not tonight. She spread her wings then, pushing his wings up but not away, slipping her head from his to place heady nips along the crest of his neck. She did not want a knight in shining armor. They would face their demons together. As one. --- When she emerged from the pond, she was surprised to find that she was shivering. The moon shone brightly in a sky filled with stars, but she could see the faintest touch of orange on the eastern horizon. The dawn had come, as they had always known that it would. She turned to him, as though to tell him something, but when she opened her mouth, no words came to her. What was she to say? They had soothed one another in the most primal, visceral way - it was not a 'thank you' type of situation, nor did she wish to make empty promises of seeing him again. The future was unknown, untold, unseen - and though she knew their paths would part, she could not bear the weight of it all, not yet. Perhaps they would meet again, one day - but she could not be certain. "I'm afraid," she told him then, for she knew that he would understand. "Talk talk talk." |
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