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12-28-2016, 12:53 AM
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It was as if he was waltzed into a dream, where the world continued to rotate, but the center of it changed. A pulse awakens in the small metal piece against his chest, pressed close under the paws of the wolf. Harks lift instantly, but they do not search confusedly down. He knows what causes the charm to glow and shiver with a small warmth. Crowned head rises, and looks about him, looking for something rosen. Haldir, sensing the change, stops his play, but his smile is ever wide. His own happiness for the gold unhidden.
A voice lifts on the other side of him, and he feels a shiver run down his spine. It didn’t matter that there were many prying eyes around. It didn’t matter that enemies lurked. It didn’t matter. Not when that name came to him like that. Oh for those long nights of separation how the gold thought of that voice, whispering that name. How it teased him, and many nights made him rise in thought of going to find the siren’s song. And now, with it here, there was no stopping him from turning to look upon the beautiful Valkyrie, and smiling a Cheshire grin.
Of course with her, and the blooming feelings she brought came the ever present tension under him. The dark doubts and strains reveled to Rexanna the night in the cave had not vanished. His heart, though beating, still bore broken chips and holes. It is what stops him from actually rising in the middle of the night to search. His nightmares may have eased, but they were not gone. Most certainly as he watched the rosen vixen slide towards him, part of him still tried to lock his response inside. To hide how much she made him feel.
That struggle, that pain, was nearly always though healed by her touch, and the kiss of her scent. Like a drug they let the memories fade away, let him be here and only with her. Perhaps one day the drug would not be enough, its effects would fade or he would overdose, but for now, while it worked its magic, he was lost to it. “M’Lady.” The gold dips his crowned head. Her skin touches his and he lets her lean into him, holding her, and letting his own body coil around her, sucking in her heat. He should be caring about the eyes of others, but after even this long of a separation, the gold was so glad he didn’t give a damn.
Her whispers and nips send a shiver down his spine. “And here thought I was on the naughty list.” His voice rumbles after hers. It was uncharacteristic, bordering too slap silly, but the gold was happy. Not smug, not vain, but happy and full of love. With her so close and the tainting of that emotion washed away near her, he certainly could seem quite strange to those who knew him otherwise. And it was not that his alternate was lost, but that just in the moment he gave in. One day he may be a more classical Laurelin, even with her, but today, having pinned so much for her, he completely lost himself in her. Her feelings were pulling her to a dangerous blindness, but he was trundling right along. He too ignored what was around him, and reaching back, nips and pulls at her forelock. Pulling the white locks in a tease from her blue and white eyes. He too had missed her. He too was letting his feelings and emotions run high. Let them control, and pull.
Haldir, in the middle of greeting Alice, can not help but notice the moment the two shared. Yet the deer was more aware the context than the other two. ”Thranduil, others…. He sends a warning nudge, before turning back to his friend.
The gold looks up to the tree then back to the rosen. One hark though keeps to the crowd. The stag was right. “I think I’ll unwrap my present elsewhere….” It was wistful, half said, and full of the built emotions feelings of their separation. The gold bent around her and pulled playfully at her mane to the side, walking the two of them from the crowd. ”We’re headed to the Basin…take the long road.”
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They took the whole journey back together. A luxury. A heaven. All along the way they talked, caught up some, but mostly teased, or let play their gilded tongues.
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When they at last reached the Basin, and Hotaru’s cave beyond, the golden grew more silent. He had been in her presence so long, drinking in all that was his beauty. His Hotaru….and his senses were on the edge with it. Even his mind, so filled with her, was shutting down, turning quiet. To those who follow fariytales, it was the climax of the story….to those who care for the golden, it was a dangerous combination.
As they enter the Basin, still near empty from others coming back from the giving tree, the gold pauses. His heart was already pounding, his blood burning, why not let it go. His shoulder playfully shoves her, then draws back like a bow. “Let’s see if your legs can run as fast as your mouth, m'dear.” Hinds kick as he leaps forward into the snow, drifted high. His call rings out her, its melody playful and in laughter. Of course being them it would probably turn serious, but first, his head tossed back, she’d have to follow.
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As strong as the seas are stormy.</style>
Earth eyes land upon her own, and she revels in how her presence inspires the curl of his lips around his attractive face. It settles her heart, bouncing in her chest as if it can't possibly still with his eyes settled on her. He was like electricity, setting all her nerves alight and blood fizzing the minute she came near him. It was the best kind of adrenaline, and though she had experienced romantic happiness so rarely that she could not adjust to the feel of it sitting in her heart, Hotaru did not intend to relinquish it so easily this time around.
Like a gentleman he speaks both her title and her honorary place at his side, head bowing as she nears him with no intention of stopping. They have placed this game a thousand times, their public dance so well rehearsed that the choreography is imprinted on the back of her eyelids. Secrecy, facades, illusions...they had kept their feeling so secret for so long that it was a miracle they had ever confessed in the first place. But here, even with all the bodies gathered and even with all their peering, curious eyes, she would not slip on her dancing shoes. She would not bow and dance and entertain them, not when she had eyes only for her golden partner.
They intertwine like the branches of her parents' tree, until the only way to tell where one begins and the other ends is the shades of their skin. The Valkyrie leans into her Laurelin, greedily soaking in every touch and flirtation, her own eyes vixen sharp and lowered so that long ivory lashes sweep across her cheeks. His lips gently pull and tug at her pale forelock, and her laughter is so sincerely amused and unbearably fond that it surprises herself. Neither are familiar with this language, these feelings. It's like trying to read braille with bruises, calloused fingertips, but they try nonetheless. Yearning for that taste of simplicity that so many others fell into so easily. Their only downfalls, the one skill neither Hotaru nor Thranduil had ever managed to perfect. Perhaps that was why they were so fitting for one another.
Her bicolored eyes glint merrily at his teasing, his scent warm and familiar in her nares as she nudges her muzzle against his neck playfully. "Maybe my naughty list, but I don't like to share," the vixen hummed mischievously, lips curling attractively at the edges. Hotaru had no shame for the possession of her love, the iron-branded marks she wished she could lay upon his gilded flesh. He was hers, and hers alone. Just as she was only his.
When he beckons her, she departs willingly, the lights and the tree nothing compared to time with him. Time, that valuable, precious gift. With him so far away, so distant and unreachable from beyond the mountain range of his once-home, any time spent with him was far more important than some annual holiday. With a smile she follows after him, selfishly keeping their steps so close that they risk tripping over one another. He is a magnet that she cannot resist, and with the prying eyes of others disappearing behind their backs, Hotaru doesn't even try to pretend that she has any restraint when it comes to Thranduil.
It feels odd, to have him home once more. To walk through the borders with the Laurelin at her side, as if nothing has ever changed. As if he never left. As if he never spirited her heart away like the thief he was, leaving her distressed and anguished. It still hurts; it's an ache that won't really fade. This isn't his home anymore, and she knows that. So when his shoulder pushes her off balance, Hotaru welcomes the distraction with open arms. Wanting only to revel in his company rather than the pain of her own thoughts.
She has not played tag or chase since she was a foal, but her laughter is bright and surprised as she races off after him. They are evenly matched in speed, but she has far superior stamina, and even if she must hound him to the very opposite side of her homeland then she will. With a grin she surges forward to nip playfully at his sensitive flank, spinning on her heels in the snow to take off in the other direction, trying to save as many strides as possible to keep the lead. He could run her down, with his longer legs.
With the heat in her blood, the primordial chase like an archaic ceremony of flirtation and courting, Hotaru can't deny it's something she wants. So she slides in the snow, racing off for the glittering lake with its iced edges and the copse of trees where he had found her sick and beaten. Where she had first admitted her love. Not the same place - not for something new and bright and tentative like this. But if he will chase her, she will run.
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Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist
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Blood was pounding, and inside his chest, his heart leapt, but they were doing that before he started running. Crowned head, with nostrils already flaring as he fought the snow, tossed back in a taunt as her laughter lite up the dusky skies. Her laugh…it was so light, so pure, so free. The gold had never heard such before. Yet it sung to his soul, like a blanket it wrapped around its bruised and battered pieces, comforting it, whispering…all is well. All is good.
He sees her follow chase, and tries to let his legs stretch out. The snow made this game nearly pointless, its drifts and the occasional hidden ice made for slow going and slips. Yet, for once in his life, winning wasn’t the point of this game. So as her teeth grate his flank, sending electricity shooting up his spine, the golden’s earth eyes spark, and his lips curl once more into a grin.
Hinds tuck down, sliding him to a wobbly, graceless halt. Perhaps it was good no one else seemed to be in the valley, their attention having been kept longer at the tree. Even if they had returned though, it was doubtful they would recognize these two. Cloven hooves skid on ice under the snow, and it gives the rosen quite a head start, but it didn’t matter. The gold could care less. He would catch her. She was his after all, and no other would be between her and he.
Legs lift up, as he surges after her. His head goes lower, with ears back, faking some sort of herding maneuver. But it lets it go soon after, let his head rise as he comes closer in. It was a hard workout though, and soon the melted snow against his chest and legs was joined by heat of the efforts. She was quicker than he expected, and he was running out of steam far faster than he anticipated. As he neared her at last, they were close to the lake. Yet he does catch her, he always would.
Frost dusted muzzle reaches out and bumps her rump as it rolls up. He nickers to her, and sets his pace a little easier. Instead of spinning about, he stays beside her, coming to her shoulder. The chase was fun, but he had his prize, and he didn’t want to let it go. His crowned head reaches up to nip at her white mane, still flowing back, to continue the game of sorts. Yet he lets her lead. He lets her set their course…the gold was right where he wanted to be. Still lost in the blissful simplicity of the illusions their love created.
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As strong as the seas are stormy.</style>
They flounder and slide in their game of chase and catch, cat and mouse. It's entirely graceless and unbecoming. Certainly nothing like the pristine personas they display so regularly. It makes it all the more fun and enticing, and Hotaru feels like this simple game of tag is the most intimate thing she's experienced so far. Because he sees her as she is, hears her laughter and witnesses her bright smiles, things no others can possibly understand or recognize. Just as she marvels at his handsome visage that smiles and enchants her at every turn. I put that there, she thinks quietly, awed and proud and blessed by the fact that he loves her. That she loves him just as much.
They aren't an anticipated pair. They are possessive and jealous, unwilling to part from their thrones and plans entirely for one another. They are powerful and they burn brightly until the time comes that they burn out, leaving only their legacy behind. But she will love him until they burn to ash together, and feel no remorse when the time is done.
He catches up to her, and she laughs a little breathlessly, a fine sweat on her neck and flanks. Just enough to darken into bloodied tones, offering depth and color that stand out against the snow. His lips against her skin are a shock of warmth, jolting her pleasantly like static electricity. Hotaru knows the game is up.
She slows as he does, body warmed all the way through with love and lust and their jaunt through the snow. It's a heat that she knows - she is no pure maiden, her children linger in the snowy depths of her home as proof of her lack of virtue. But it rips through her so much stronger now, tearing her to tatters. Completely swayed by this gorgeous stallion and his charming ways.
His lips at her nape make her shiver, and she pressed up against him in a phantom touch, enticing before drawing herself away to lead him onward down towards the dotted trees at the coast of the lake. The soil is firmer, the snow lessened, but her knees shake more than any of the slick icy steps she'd taken previously. Could she ask this of him? When their confessions were still so new? When they had not spoken of bonds such as family and dedication and children? Hotaru had her own reservations after all. The disappearances of her children did not leave her unaffected. But she wanted him in this way. She wanted to see the product of their love, even if it did not take.
As he plays with her mane she swats her tail playfully against his belly, turning to gaze at him over her shoulder as she slowed to a stop. She didn't turn to face him as she might have earlier. Would he understand?
"I love you, Thranduil," she murmurs privately between them once more. She will never tire of saying it. There's nothing else she needs to say but that. Doesn't move or entice, lets him casually accept or deny her as he wishes. Aware of the fact that they have not discussed it, no matter what her inner heart wants or desires. It's his decision. But she turns to drop a kiss against his brow, feeling as if she was starving to touch him in any way.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist
Hawk |
It was not a Romeo and Juliet story. No Cinderella here with a glass slipper. Not even a sleeping curse. This was not a romance to tell the grandfoals about, to let them aspire to. This was so much darker, and so much hotter. Each side brought a flame of destruction, each a raging torrent of weapons, and some had even found each other. Yet though their own flames, and their own blades may wound them, the gold yearned for it all the more. Each touch, each minute with her erased all else. They were spiraling up and up. Eventually they would run out of sky, but they couldn’t tell, for his eyes were only on hers, and he noticed with a grin, hers were only on him.
The gold is glad she slows, his stamina not quite matching hers, and his legs were already burning under the cold wet of the snow and cooling sweat. Yet though his mind is glad for the end of the run, his body yearns for more. Under the smooth smiles and nips, he is still longing for more, something to spiral them higher…and higher…
It was a feeling the gold had never fought on this level, never let slip this far in. He had never known the lust which can be linked to love. How one could use the other as a sheep skin. Perhaps he had used it on another….maybe even another attempt to use it on him, but never had his own body worked the efforts on himself. Never had he let get such a hold on him.
But he wanted it to. He let it take him. It had been so incredibly long. He’d held his pain and his memories so close, so precious, that to have them released in her touch was an opening of the flood gates. All which kept his hand steady, his desires secret was ripped open and the years of built up frustration and desire flooded his system, mixing with his pure born love to create the most toxic of cocktails in his blood. So while his mind with soothed by the love his heart felt, his body brought him farther and farther, soaring the passion to heights where the air was thin, and he couldn’t even catch his breath.
The more she pressed into him, the more he allowed. She wanted to be with him, as much as he did she, and that small piece made it all the sweeter. For so long the two had let the heat of their first burn against one another, but now, they allowed them to join, burning all the hotter. He let her lead, let her direct them. Beside her the woes of the world, the weight of chains it was gone. It would make the future far worse, for not always could he be this close. Her touch would leave. His skin grow cold. And the terrors return…but that all was tomorrow, and this close to her, this high, he could see nothing but her. He wanted to see nothing but her. So he didn’t search for anything else.
Her tail whacks is side and he feigns abuse, squealing softly and peeling from her side, his crowned head tossing. Yet she doesn’t respond in play, and instead pauses. Gold harks lean forward, bearing on edge, and his golden hide trembles. Whispered words slip from her lips and it draws him in. He is pulled back to her side, his crowned head coming to her hip and pressing against it, letting the heat of her body soak into him. “I love you too, Hotaru….” The running had stopped, the games ceased, but he spirals higher and higher. Drugged on her scent.
The question didn’t need to be asked. It would only bring the world back to him, crashing on his back its weight. It would force him to think. And for once he didn’t want to. For once he let himself feel….because good gods, it just felts so good. So right.
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