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12-15-2015, 11:38 PM
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
The smallest of grins crosses his face as the brief, frustrated purse of her lips at him. She was fighting for them, and it was not only endearing, but also arousing. Not in a sexual sense, but in a passionate, moving sense. Her satin cheek brushed against the short, rough coat on his own. And, as her body asked him to, he lowered his head and leaned his face into her caress. He watched closely as a smile found her lips, lighting face, and making her cerulean eyes glow. If you had asked the man if she could have gotten any more beautiful than that moment, he would have told you ‘no.’
But he would have been wrong.
Because she became incandescently exquisite to him as her next few words whispered like silken ribbons from her velvet lips. “I love you, Tembovu.” Though she had confessed to love before this moment, there was more weight, more meaning, in the statement, after all that had transpired on the Flats. A smile, warm and intimate, grew on his broad muzzle, melting any remaining doubt in his navy eyes. “And I love you, my golden Rexanna.”
His wounds, and her own, were brought to the forefront of his attention as his lips returned to her skin and found the brightly bruised bridge of her nose. They both needed to see healers… from their respective herds. He didn’t want to leave her warmth and softness. Thoughts of walking her to the Basin swirled in his brain, but quickly died before they fully formed. Though he did not want to leave her, in the face of all that had happened on the Flats, he was not sure he could part ways with her at the border of the Basin. The place that, to him, had created so many of their problems, of their pain. Perhaps his blame was misplaced, but it was easier to condemn a racist herd with known liars and manipulators than point a finger at either himself or the woman he loved.
“I think it is time you sought a healer for your bruises, and I one for my head.” Despite the call for action his his words, his tone were as reluctant and the slow steps he began to take away from his gilded woman. He glanced vaguely in the direction of the Edge, before returning his eyes to hers.
But he would have been wrong.
Because she became incandescently exquisite to him as her next few words whispered like silken ribbons from her velvet lips. “I love you, Tembovu.” Though she had confessed to love before this moment, there was more weight, more meaning, in the statement, after all that had transpired on the Flats. A smile, warm and intimate, grew on his broad muzzle, melting any remaining doubt in his navy eyes. “And I love you, my golden Rexanna.”
His wounds, and her own, were brought to the forefront of his attention as his lips returned to her skin and found the brightly bruised bridge of her nose. They both needed to see healers… from their respective herds. He didn’t want to leave her warmth and softness. Thoughts of walking her to the Basin swirled in his brain, but quickly died before they fully formed. Though he did not want to leave her, in the face of all that had happened on the Flats, he was not sure he could part ways with her at the border of the Basin. The place that, to him, had created so many of their problems, of their pain. Perhaps his blame was misplaced, but it was easier to condemn a racist herd with known liars and manipulators than point a finger at either himself or the woman he loved.
“I think it is time you sought a healer for your bruises, and I one for my head.” Despite the call for action his his words, his tone were as reluctant and the slow steps he began to take away from his gilded woman. He glanced vaguely in the direction of the Edge, before returning his eyes to hers.
Tembovu
ooc| and fin ;-; start new thread asap, pls? @Rexanna
Please tag Tembovu.
