.r u n. [Thor]

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Thor the Gentle Heart Posts: 379

Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.3 :: 11 (TallSun) HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Sabine :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Linds

#14

01-08-2013, 09:20 PM (This post was last modified: 01-08-2013, 10:15 PM by Thor.)

ooc| I haven't forgotten this, I'm gonna work on it either tonight or tomorrow love. I'm so sorry about the wait!
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At times like this, the night seemed to be an impending thing, a thing that stood for the end. It was a sign of darkness that called for those creatures of the day to retire to their beds, rest their tired heads upon their pillows. But not this night, if it were even to be considered night at all. It had brought so much surprise, so much passion, so much desire, and perhaps a sense of hurt. The veil of the moon had fallen away, submerging into the atmosphere to make way for the sun. It was rising over the horizon now as I looked away from her, from the one I loved. She had no memory of what had transpired and perhaps she was better off, as ignorant as she was to all that had developed in her time gone. It was a painful thing to look into those innocent eyes, so trusting of everything that I offered. Had I done her wrong, loaning my attentions to Myriad despite her sister’s current hold on my heart? Whatever the case, I would ignore this sense of betrayal looming in my breast. Tears were not allowed for those who claimed to be strong.

I hadn’t even noticed the swift change in personality, so much so that when she turned back I was almost convinced that Myriad had resorted to some kind of sick game, pretending to be my beloved Tamira. However, the light of desire had faded in her eyes, replaced by a tired confusion that I had seen only once before. Without anything else to say that would comfort her or explain what had happened since she had fallen victim to her own conscience, I moved toward her and stretched my face along her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. She was something that I was becoming used to, dependent on… This was love.

“Nothing love. Just don’t leave m again.”