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[OPEN] We don't own our heavens now, We only own our hell

Saoirse Posts: 55
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Colt :: Tribrid :: 16.2 adult :: 3 seasons [Orangemoon]
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The boy twitches as he sleeps underneath the cover of his mother’s wing. Warm, and pressed beside her thick winter hide. Everything is right in that moment, where the air is saturated with her scent, and her body hums with breath that vibrates through him. He never wants to leave her, holds on to her relentlessly, because he couldn’t bear to loose her.

Even in sleep he is content to absorb it all, but it is with an abrupt movement from this warmth, and sweet smells that usher an annoyed whine from the boy. “Mah…” A huff of air punches into the coolness surrounding them. No, he’d rather keep his eyes closed and snuggle up for a while longer.

But she’s on the move. She’s on some kind of mission, and he garners no decision or adequate protest to stop her from standing up and walking away. Saoirse’s eyes snap open and his maroon, tuft head pokes out from where lay. Fear inhabiting his soul, like a fell and sudden gust about to topple him over.

Will she leave before he can chase after her?

He springs up, the sleep miraculously dissolves from his body. And quickly, he makes his way – carefully following her footsteps – to catch up with her moving form. “W-why not?” He stammers, when her words finally sink into his mind. A frown joins the worry that has swelled within him. The fear of her impending departure, despite what she’d intended to do with him today.

He presses close to her hind legs, having to deviate from her path and enter the snow. “You’re not gunna leave…”

All he knows is life and living, and age is non-existent to the one who merely absorbed what he saw. Going no further than what the surface could offer him.


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RE: We don't own our heavens now, We only own our hell - by Saoirse - 12-19-2016, 09:53 PM

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