down here low, fussing over scars

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[OPEN] down here low, fussing over scars

Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719

Dragon's Throat Sultana atk: 9 | def: 11 | dam: 4.5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE

Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu

12-19-2014, 06:24 PM (This post was last modified: 12-19-2014, 06:24 PM by Ampere.)

A M P E R E

It was a relief that he did not push her away. She was normally not so daring with someone she truly cared about. Mesec was not just a stallion to flirt with, as easily lost as gained, he was more. She didn't know what, couldn't explain it if she tried, but she knew it, felt it, held it. So when that moment of unknown became an embrace that he returned, she relaxed all the more. To have lost him was horrible, but to be rejected by him would have been unbearable.

Try as he might though, their reverie would not, could not last.

Vigorously she shook her head in response to his apology, ears even sliding back as if refusing to hear it. "Don't be. The world was fucked up, everyone lost someone... I should have gone with you, but I was afraid." She trailed off, having exposed enough of her naked self. She meant when he left the cave, the last time she had seen him, not wherever else he had gone. He didn't say where it was he had gone, but she didn't ask. She had been grateful once when someone didn't pry about her disappearance. Besides, he was here now, that's what mattered.

She licked her lips anxiously, mouth dry with the honesty and the return of what was lost. Behind her eyes memories of the caves and the wraiths flickered like walking nightmares. She shuddered, suddenly feeling that the ocean's breeze was as bitterly cold as those days. His words warmed her though, bringing her smile flitting back to her lips.

"And I you," she hummed in return, reaching out to nuzzle his shoulder; she had to make sure he was real again. "You look good, Mesec." It felt nice to pretend everything was fine. It was even scarily easy. She could just chat with him all day like this, about nothing at all, just empty words and full looks. She wanted to at least, but she couldn't.

A pause as she searched for what to say, or rather, how to say it.
"They're back though," she whispered, half hoping he wouldn't hear it. She could say she tried then, and go on laughing and smiling with him when he didn't catch it. "They, or something new. Something dark. There's been, omens..."