The moment that bloomed between them was nearly God-like in his mind. It was the best possible outcome, but his luck was usually not this fruitful. He was lucky to just have a friend, much less a... what was she really? She wasn't quite a lover, but not quite a friend. She walked the thin line between the too, but he didn't question it. The feelings he had for her may weigh heavily on the other side, but he did not want those feelings to poison this precious moment. As her muzzle brushed gentle as a butterfly across his skin, it left a burn that seared so much it felt wonderful. Ever fiber of his body strained, keeping him from embracing her once more. Even though she had never left, the brief loss of contact left him feeling hollow. Only then, would she revive him again as she moved gently along his body.
When she nestled against his chest once more, they were suddenly shrouded in that hazy beauty. It was what was filling his mind every time she wandered near. With every little movement, and precious smile, this is what he felt. He held the image for as long as he could, before it melted away into reality once more. The exhaustion he felt was bittersweet, so he opted to conserve some energy by resting his head gently upon her crest. It was then though, that he felt something tugging at the leather strap that had always been apart of him. It felt odd, feeling it move in unnatural ways. It had been so ingrained into his very movement that often he forgot it was there. The doll had significance to him, even if it was a pitiful attempt at hanging onto the past. He gently tugged on her mane then as she spoke, as if to get one last touch before he broke momentarily to explain. As he took a step back, the sudden loss was overwhelming. He shuddered slightly, but brushed it off.
His nose looped gently beneath the doll to lift it. Even he had forgotten what it had looked like. The little grey covering and flaxen body stood rigid against his own gentle touches. It was a gift from his mother, the one little thing he still had left. Reaching his nose out gently, he reached for her own muzzle. He longed to feel the softness, and to explain. This is who he was, and she may as well know.
This image was one of comfort. A silver mother gently placing the doll upon his neck. Her warm smile seemed to overwhelm the scene, making everything in the background glow with love. As quickly as the image had come, it shattered away. These things tended to happen, those images of the past planted an overwhelming sadness within him. The memories, no matter how happy and beautiful, inevitably ended in its destruction.
Pulling back roughly, he lowered his head, releasing the poppet quickly from his muzzle. It landed silently against his chest, bouncing a few times before becoming stagnant once again. He swallowed the lump that had formed at the back of his throat. As much as he wanted to grieve still, he knew he couldn't. So he put another bright smile upon his face, but it wasn't meant to hide his pain. If she was his future, he would not need his past. Taking a few steps forward again, he almost to eagerly tried to pull her in again. He was a young boy, with so much to still learn about love and loss. For having learned loss so young, would learning love so young be just as beautiful as his sorrow was painful?
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Tag;; @[Myrrine]
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Notes;; -rolls- much excite! :D
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