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06-15-2016, 12:21 PM
we heal with love,
Her eyes had shut and she matched her breathing to the gentle swell of the ocean as it lulled her into a sense of peace, however temporary it may end up being.
And soon enough, a raspy voice interrupted Alysanne’s thoughts, pushing them so far out of her mind that she forgot about them as soon as she turned to spy a familiar form approaching from down the beach. “Voodoo!” His name was welcome to her tongue once more, too long she had gone without speaking it, and the smile that appeared on her face was one like how she used to be - before anger had caused her to burn. A different warmth spread through her now, memories of him easily replacing the darkness that had been brewing moments ago. Iona had told her she needed to learn how to deal with the anger, to accept it, but Alysanne had to admit that avoiding it, even temporarily, made her heart lighter.
But, perhaps, that was just the company that was distracting her on this early morning.
From the dark horizon she turned toward the light, toward the maroon and black stallion. With grace and excitement she turned around fully and moved toward him where he stopped in the shallows, not minding the salt water that splashed around her as she did so. Her green eyes were bright as she reached out her muzzle to touch his in a gentle greeting.
Her previous boldness in their greetings, when she might step closer and be more forward with her hello, seemed to have faded and she hesitated - uncertain in the time that had separated them even as her stomach gave a familiar flutter. “My dear Voodoo.” She breathed these words against his skin, soft with the weight of the others contained within them (how she had missed him, how she was glad to see him again) before withdrawing to look him over. A habit and instinct as she checked him for injuries, for anything amiss. “Have you been well?” Dozens of questions wanted to spring to her lips but she contented herself with this one to start, her green eyes focusing on his as she sought the answers.
Hemlock, meanwhile, soared back and swooped down with the intention of tugging lightly on Ouija’s tail by way of greeting the little fox.
And soon enough, a raspy voice interrupted Alysanne’s thoughts, pushing them so far out of her mind that she forgot about them as soon as she turned to spy a familiar form approaching from down the beach. “Voodoo!” His name was welcome to her tongue once more, too long she had gone without speaking it, and the smile that appeared on her face was one like how she used to be - before anger had caused her to burn. A different warmth spread through her now, memories of him easily replacing the darkness that had been brewing moments ago. Iona had told her she needed to learn how to deal with the anger, to accept it, but Alysanne had to admit that avoiding it, even temporarily, made her heart lighter.
But, perhaps, that was just the company that was distracting her on this early morning.
From the dark horizon she turned toward the light, toward the maroon and black stallion. With grace and excitement she turned around fully and moved toward him where he stopped in the shallows, not minding the salt water that splashed around her as she did so. Her green eyes were bright as she reached out her muzzle to touch his in a gentle greeting.
Her previous boldness in their greetings, when she might step closer and be more forward with her hello, seemed to have faded and she hesitated - uncertain in the time that had separated them even as her stomach gave a familiar flutter. “My dear Voodoo.” She breathed these words against his skin, soft with the weight of the others contained within them (how she had missed him, how she was glad to see him again) before withdrawing to look him over. A habit and instinct as she checked him for injuries, for anything amiss. “Have you been well?” Dozens of questions wanted to spring to her lips but she contented herself with this one to start, her green eyes focusing on his as she sought the answers.
Hemlock, meanwhile, soared back and swooped down with the intention of tugging lightly on Ouija’s tail by way of greeting the little fox.
alysanne
@Voodoo <33333 ALL THE HEARTS
also just fyi the tagging system changed and you don't need the [brackets] anymore! just @name <3
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