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Painful Expectations | Zikar-Sin

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8

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#15

02-18-2013, 07:34 PM

At first, the whole situation was comical; Sin’s nerves were completely shot, numb as they were from the freezing cold starting to seep within his undercoat, and so he couldn’t actually feel his body as it shook violently against the bitter breeze. Tolio’s voice had acquired that charming quality he loved about it; the high-pitched, almost squeal of shout as the chestnut stallion waxed eloquent his concern for Sin. The infectious laughter that Sin had been a victim of not too long ago still infected his throat, beguiling tiny chuckles to slip out and transform into seemingly benign clouds of vapor that escaped into his beard. Deep down, somewhere, he knew this wasn’t particularly healthy; but he couldn’t stop his laughter and the amusement he felt at the absurdity of the situation. It was all so stupid! And yet refreshing in its own right, listening to Tolio’s melodic, panicked cooing and pretending as though everything was A-Okay.

But then Tolio came closer to Sin, and although his nerves hadn’t melted yet and he still couldn’t feel much, there was a peculiar sensation crawling up his spine as Tolio draped his neck across the dappled back. It wasn’t unlike the eerie chill he had felt not too long ago—the chill that had warranted the mention of the Ice King—but Sin didn’t want to think too much about that instant. It was still so confusing and unpleasant, even in retrospect, yet this feeling was different. It was as though the pit and heart of Sin’s chest had begun a slow-moving decent somewhere towards his knees, and while it was scary and unfamiliar, it wasn’t entirely disagreeable. All at once, Sin was reminded just how much he really enjoyed the stallion’s company, and was struck by his proximity. Not that he was conscious of personal bubbles and boundaries, it’s just…no one…never really gave any indication of the desire to approach Sin, to touch him, attempt to fend off the chill and warm the dappled-boy’s bones. It was working too; little by little, Sin’s body began to melt underneath Tolio’s fuss and heat, until Sin was unexpectedly slammed with cold.

Sin let his head and neck fall against Tolio’s back, clinging to the chestnut’s warmth, because holy crap it was cold. He became aware of how violently his joints and his bones were shaking, and how every breath quivered and seared the back of his throat with frost. It really was a bad idea, now that the full repercussions of the action finally hit him—but Sin didn’t regret the decision, whatever came to pass. He knew now that the northern seas were much colder than nature should allow, and so, one day, he would return and test the waters to try to determine how they could escape the proper fate of cold water.

In the meantime, it truly was too damn cold out here.

*”Are you warming up? Should we move? Should we go to the hot springs?”*

The idea was sound and logical, and Sin didn’t want any of it. Though his breath was shallow with the roots of desperation and his jerky knees were truthfully starting to worry him, Sin didn’t want to move from this spot. For one thing, the notion of movement through the icy snowdrifts while every shiver sent tendrils of tingly cold though his sinews wasn’t a very attractive thought. For another, he liked where he was at the moment; his head resting fully on Tolio’s back, breathing in his chestnuty scent and entrusting the stud with his whole cold being. It was an intoxicating experience; somewhere along the line, Sin had found something within Tolio, whether it was when he was comforting the stallion from his obvious ache or sharing in the painful confusion concerning the Ice King. Or maybe it was right at this moment in time, when they were sharing each other’s warmth, where Sin felt that spark of a connection, that tiny promise of comradeship and something more. Something earnest.

“Th-th-the sp-springs s-s-s-s-sound g-good,” Sin said with comically jittery teeth; he clamped his mouth shut quickly, not wanting Tolio to worry his head over him so much. The only movement he made, however, was to bury his head closer into Tolio’s hide, unwilling to let him go so easily. Perhaps it was because of that tiny spark of a connection he had felt; there might have been a small fear in Sin’s mind, a worry that if he left Tolio’s side, that spark would extinguish and he would be left all alone in his insanity and the cruel humor of the world and its fate.

Or maybe he was just too cold, and Tolio was so warm.

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