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06-18-2015, 12:30 AM
"I should have tried harder."
"No one tries harder than you, my lady," he whispers, gently massaging his way from her poll to her withers. He allows all else to fade from his mind, focusing entirely on her - her feel and her taste and her smell. In days to come, he will have his fill of the look of her, the sound of her laugh (which he is determined to hear) - but for now he closes his eyes, falls into silence, merely holding her against him and offering himself as some inadequate form of comfort.
He listens as her breathing slows, steadies; he feels, more than hears, her heartbeat calm. He wonders how long she has gone without sleep, how many hours she has devoted to either ceaseless worrying or working to drive the wild concern from her mind. He caresses her withers gently, lulling her into a form of serenity that he will work endlessly to maintain. She will never be alone again.
"Sleep," he agrees, slowly retracting his wing enough that she can walk, albeit with his wing still across her back. "Lead the way." A small part of him marvels at the efforts she has made, the life she has carved out already for them in the depths of the Hidden Falls. He has come back to a home, and the notion surprises and enthralls him in equal measure. They wander to the garden, sleep beckoning.
The last thing he remembers is the way she feels against him.
He sleeps.
"more words."
@[Resplendence]
"No one tries harder than you, my lady," he whispers, gently massaging his way from her poll to her withers. He allows all else to fade from his mind, focusing entirely on her - her feel and her taste and her smell. In days to come, he will have his fill of the look of her, the sound of her laugh (which he is determined to hear) - but for now he closes his eyes, falls into silence, merely holding her against him and offering himself as some inadequate form of comfort.
He listens as her breathing slows, steadies; he feels, more than hears, her heartbeat calm. He wonders how long she has gone without sleep, how many hours she has devoted to either ceaseless worrying or working to drive the wild concern from her mind. He caresses her withers gently, lulling her into a form of serenity that he will work endlessly to maintain. She will never be alone again.
"Sleep," he agrees, slowly retracting his wing enough that she can walk, albeit with his wing still across her back. "Lead the way." A small part of him marvels at the efforts she has made, the life she has carved out already for them in the depths of the Hidden Falls. He has come back to a home, and the notion surprises and enthralls him in equal measure. They wander to the garden, sleep beckoning.
The last thing he remembers is the way she feels against him.
He sleeps.
"more words."
@[Resplendence]
Quilyan
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