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Loretta, suddenly, springs back to life as Resplendence sputters and staggers. Archi, she breathes, turning amber eyes to her bonded as she steps in front of him, she needs you. The King turned his eyes up from the malamute to the tiny, faltering woman, and waits just a moment. Her emotions have overcome her, taking all of the control she had left over her mind and her body. Archibald grunted, the wind moving through his mane and tail and feathers with ease and pulling tendrils to dance in its movements. The red dragon, a ball of feathers and scales and worry, rockets towards the titan and pulls on his mane. The creature begs Archibald to move forward, to act, but until Resplendence spoke--or, truly, struggled to speak--what Archibald needed to do was unknown in his mind.
He was a warlord, not a nurse for the weak and their emotionally overrun panic attacks.
However, he was her king. Her protector. Her leader. A beacon of guidance in the dark and dangerous world.
Quickly, Archibald closes the distance between himself and Resplendence. His mind races, and Loretta sends him an image of when she had pinned her sister, Manhattan to the ground when the black dog had attacked Archibald with her magic. Knowing, finally, what he had to do, Archibald pressed his chest against the claybank's shoulder and wrapped his head over her withers, pulling her in tight and curling his neck around her. He held her like a vice, pressing her tiny body into his chest. She needed a heartbeat, she had confessed, and Archibald's was beating in a steady, hammering rhythm in his inky breast.
Archibald closed his eyes, gold veiled by darkness, and sighed deeply into Resplendence's skin. While he was here, holding this mare in a calming, or, rather, attempting to be so, embrace, all he wanted was his family to do the same for him. He wanted Ktulu and Lakota and Apollo and even Ophelia to wrap him, his daughter, and his sons in their embrace. ARCHIBALD the DAUNTLESS Call out to nobody, call out to me Chip on the shoulder, the dime in the teeth |
I've been known for my hate,
but I'm a dealer of simple choices;
for me it's never too late.
please tag me
