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06-24-2015, 11:54 AM
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He could do this. There was nothing here. Or at least that’s what he was telling himself. Saying, this is nothing but an extension of the teases earlier. He had spoken so freely of the heart, and love, this was just another lie, another trick. She wasn’t serious. It worked to a point. It kept his breath smooth, and his touch steady. And really he had been this close to many mares since those days when this talk was real, so why was this different? Is it because it had been so close to the horrors of this previous season? Perhaps. Because then he had spoken of these things as true, and the lines of meaning were still being pulled apart again. So really he was doing quite well in this test of his progress of returning to his usual uncaring self. Returning to the hollow shell. It just wasn’t quite enough to handle all this. She shifts beside him, and he strains to keep himself as relaxed and soft as possible. Did it show through? Her breath comes hot on his neck, and he reflects to hide its tremble the gold’s neck curls tighter, and he lifts it from her back to her side. Her lips tease at his locks. Tasseled tail lets out his tension by flicking harder against his fetlocks. He would not let her win this game. He was the master here. He was the king. So she let him believe. The nickname is grates in his ears, they lower back with it, but he changes nothing else. Nicknames never were his cup of tea, or his anything. I sparked the growing frustration in this confusion. Why was she doing this? Now that the tables were turned and she was returning the cruel cracks of the whip he had earlier served upon her, he was hypocritically growing agitated. Did he think the feelings were real? That she honestly thought of more than this moment involving them as ‘us’? Certainly not. She was like he, and the future as ‘us’ was not in their trade, right? She slides from beside him. The golden’s coat tensing with the movement, but he holds. Her tail flick though had not been expected and he flinches again, harks flashing down. His crowned head swings to look at her, ready to return the irritation somehow. The picture he finds, silences him completely. There could be little question what she wanted. Was this part of her trick? Would she really push it to that escalation? He tried his best to stifle the feelings that welled up with pasts, futures, and presents all spinning in his head. It only compounded with his irritation. He was bitter for it. How could she do that? What right had she to act that way? Vulnerable. Confused. And Pained. It shattered and a vicious cruel creature lashed out. He steps towards her, ever silent. Saying not a word the golden come right up behind her. He was glad she was turned away, because this veneer was fragile, and slightly transparent. It was one thing to play tricks, it was another to stand here. Yet that cruel side was unyielding to its plan. There had been injuries, and wounds, and she would feel the same pain, that twisted voice told him. His breath rolls on her tail base, whiskers tickling the flesh. A part inside him, small and hidden, squirmed. He could not stand here much longer. He moves then quickly. Stepping forward again his chest bumps her, and then pulls back. Gone. He was gone. Nowhere to be seen. Nowhere to be heard. His touch never felt again as he pulled back. We can see him though. He has stepped well back from her, back to beside Haldir. His breath now heaving silently, but the cruelest, wicked grin on his lips. While part of him still squirmed and his hide was trembling, another side, the one of lies and cruel vengeance is proud. Look what a neat trick he has played. An invisible head nudged the hip of Haldir, and the young deer, not jumping, knowing who did such things, simply began to move off. That wicked grin flashes back at her, and a cruel, hard voice slips out. “Thanks for the fun time darling.” Then he is gone. The cruel side accelerating the attempt to forget his troubles. Forget his feelings. For his heart. "Speech" Tag;;@[Sialia] Thran out, using his rank magic (wasn't lead yet here). OOC;; Wardrobe;; Golden cloak, circlet, armband, hawk charm, satchel (polearm, dagger Identities;; Ampere, Cashmere |
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