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[OPEN] Nightmares

Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
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Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
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The hours pass, the storm rolled on through, and the even in time, the rain stopped beyond the caves. And the gold slept. Deep and still he slept. No stir did he make, or a whisper of a groan, for his dreams were distant even from him. Faces passed his vision. A white one….a cremello, a chestnut….a gold…even a rosen and cream. They passed but nothing rose to greet them. Here in utter exhaustion, with another curled about him, the gold slept in peace. The most peaceful rest since….

It wasn’t until a dull grey light had grown in the cavern that the gold stirred. His harks twitched first, perhaps catching the sound of birds outside, and his breath rose. Haldir though was the first to stir. He too had enjoyed a deep rest but as morning began to sound his dark head rose. Its moon eyes looking to the watching polecat. Then to the gold. Though his presence, sleeping beside his bonded had not been contested, it wasn’t the greatest place to be most likely when the gold awoke. So the stag carefully took his leave. He was not silent like the Laurelin, but he did his best to slink away from the pair to his new friend at the door, to say the goodbye he knew was probably coming.

It was a while later before the gold came to. His chest heaved with a sigh, and finally the earth eyes open up, regretfully, again to the world. Still for a moment he does not move. His eyes find the cream shadow above him, and feel the warmth of another body around him, and he in truth was loath to move.

But life could not be spent like this. And now especially, the gold had work to do. The shattered pieces of his whirling mind were picking up. Slowly, but steadily he was piecing things back together. Rexanna had promised to be there, to listen. But life couldn’t be spend here. And they should both know that.

The gold head shifted on hers. He couldn’t slip out unnoticed, he knew that much. Yet the gold also knew that he wasn’t the best with goodbyes. So he says nothing as he slowly pulls from under the gentle mare’s touch. A chill shivers down his spine as the cold air of the cave replaces her warmth. It pulls back completely, stretching to his chest, but his eyes cast down to the floor of the cavern. For a moment he doesn’t speak, and if she does, he is still merely a listener. Instead, he only reaction at last, was to look up to the sea blue eyes. His earth ones had changed. Where they had been distant and unfocused, they now were sharp and clear. A sign of change…or perhaps just a sign of rest.

The edge of his lip twitches, the awkwardness coming over him. Not only was he terrible at goodbyes, he didn’t enjoy them. Yet even the gold could see he couldn’t simply leave her. So he did what might be to other a small and insignificant thing. Something unworthy or equal, but to those who knew him, really knew him, it was something rather large. The leafen starred head shifts, then slowly reached out and if she allowed, graced the side of her own nose. Just a small touch if she stayed. For a moment it hung there, rolling in the still slow breath of his waking. Then it withdrew, and the gold rose from her side.

He paused again only once, at the door of the cavern. He inhaled deeply the dew heavy morning air drafting into the caves, then his head turned halfway back. His thoughts seeming to linger on something, but he himself hesitating. Tasseled tail twitched, switching sides before he finally spoke, the voice still low and drugged with what had happened in the night. “My nightmares may be…ghosts…but take care-“ His head turned back further so his earth eyes could see her. “-yours are not.” His gaze tried to settle seriously on hers. To hint. To suggest. “Fate may not give justice, but there are ways to take it.” The earth eyes sweep over her one last time before the gold back to the cave opening. He inhales, and his voice more awake, but layered with a deeper meaning than this phrase usually held. “At your service, Rexanna.” Then he stepped on, and was gone.
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Messages In This Thread
Nightmares - by Thranduil - 09-03-2016, 09:22 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Rexanna - 09-04-2016, 01:17 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Thranduil - 09-05-2016, 04:35 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Rexanna - 09-05-2016, 09:13 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Thranduil - 09-09-2016, 05:14 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Rexanna - 09-10-2016, 01:51 AM
RE: Nightmares - by Thranduil - 09-10-2016, 02:47 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Rexanna - 09-11-2016, 02:19 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Thranduil - 09-18-2016, 11:29 AM
RE: Nightmares - by Rexanna - 09-18-2016, 03:32 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Thranduil - 09-25-2016, 01:02 AM
RE: Nightmares - by Rexanna - 09-25-2016, 07:47 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Thranduil - 09-25-2016, 10:28 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Rexanna - 10-01-2016, 01:36 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Thranduil - 10-15-2016, 11:48 AM
RE: Nightmares - by Rexanna - 10-16-2016, 01:15 PM
RE: Nightmares - by Thranduil - 10-16-2016, 02:24 PM

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