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Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen/Blue - Scorch - 09-24-2018 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle @[Brennen] SAHIOJAOIROIAOIEJ THIS IS A MESS I'M SORRY. RE: Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen/Blue - Brennen - 09-25-2018 hold me in this wild, wild world 'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be He has no idea. Over the long winter, he has thought about it. Of course he has; It was a stolen moment they should never have had, but in his mind it was still right. He knows she might not feel the same way – her relationship with Hestoni is very different than his with Galilee. They’ve always been exclusive and completely monogamous; Brennen is…not. And he hadn’t told Galilee that he and Scorch had trysted – he never thought anything would come of it, and they don’t discuss it when he occasionally dallies with other mares, because it has been quite rare and because it is Galilee he comes home to each night. Like now – he’s watching over her, and their four (four!) youngest children. Taeryn and Raeva are a few feet away from their mother, tucked up together, half hidden in the deep foliage. He’s intimately aware of every breath they take, ever restless twitch, and he’s learned enough of dreams and magic to reach out and chase away even the faintest bad dream. But his eyes are locked on his mate and their youngest sons, twins again, entwined with each other and tucked against their mother. One bright, one dark, both lovely in his eyes. And he can’t join their nap, can’t sleep half the nights even, because there is a deep-seated fear for them. He can’t lose another child like he lost Khaeli. But – there’s a ripple in his net across Ischia, and he tears his attention away from his family to reach out, his consciousness flowing in the water around Scorch as she crosses the channel. She’s welcome anytime, and her presence wouldn’t necessarily compel the bay King to leave his little clan, but she’s clearly distressed and so he draws quietly away from the sleeping group, turned to silently cross Ischia with the peaceful warmth of dappled sunlight filtering down through the trees. By the time he reaches her, she’s well into labor and he hangs back, curious as to why she’s come to Ischia for this but not wanting to interfere with her efforts. They’ve been avoiding each other, consciously or unconsciously, but perhaps she was on her way to see him or Leilan and the time came unexpectedly. There’s something else, though, at the edge of his awareness. It draws him closer, step by creeping step, enthralled by the process of creating life and by the filly who has appeared. Going with impulse he reaches out to the foal, expecting to find the very familiar (Scorch) and the vaguely familiar (Hestoni). He’s gotten quite good at finding his own bloodlines, but everyone else is murkier, requires more concentration. But the baby - Blue, Scorch is already calling her – the baby is not murky or unfamiliar. She’s Brennen’s. Uncertain whether to be baffled, or excited, or in love (and ending up with a little bit of everything), Brennen steps fully out of the undergrowth and shadows. “Hello, Blue,” he murmurs, and reaches out to touch her baby down so softly as to almost not touch her at all. Only after greeting the child does he lifts his eyes to Scorch’s, gaze searching. “She’s beautiful,” he murmurs, but mostly he’s looking for answers. Does Scorch know the filly is his? She must, or why would she have come here for the birth. Perhaps more importantly, does she regret it? hold me in this wild, wild world and in your heat I feel how cold it can get BRENNEN RE: Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen/Blue - Blue - 09-25-2018 is it drowning if you can breath underwater?//find a better quote Everything was nice, before. Warm and floaty and plenty interesting, with things to listen to. Words, voices. She doesn’t understand much of it, but she listens. And then it was scary. It got small and moving and ick. She didn’t like it, at all. The air in Ischia isn’t cold, not even chilly, but the solid ground under her body and the way the air feels different than how things were before. But she does like how much clearer the voice is, when mother speaks. And it must be mother; the girl lifts her face to look at mother and nickers excitedly, reaching up to touch mother’s skin in awe. It’s nice to be able to see her. She says something several times, and she supposes that is her. She must be Blue. Mother’s touch tickles and the girl giggles softly, arching her neck and stretching her forelegs out in front of her. The appearance of a second person, this voice unfamiliar, catches her attention and she focuses her bright gaze on him. He touches her also and she decides this must be father. Why else would he come here now? Her stomach grumbles and she struggles to feet, snorting with the effort but falling only once before she stands between them on shaky legs, turning her back on Brennen and flicking her bottlebrush tail once before going searching along Scorch’s belly, her stomach insisting that she find nourishment. RE: Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen/Blue - Scorch - 09-25-2018 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle RE: Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen/Blue - Brennen - 10-06-2018 hold me in this wild, wild world 'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be Scorch’s joke is mostly lost on him; he is rarely in charge of naming any of his children, and he certainly has no complaints about ‘Blue’. Brennen says nothing in response, though he does briefly glance at her, perturbed by the tone of her tone. It’s hard, though, for the mare to hold his attention when Blue exists. He watches, enraptured by her as he is enraptured by all of his children, as she finds her way to Scorch’s milk and begins to drink, noisily and with no though to what else is going on (as new babies are wont to do). Brennen could watch her all day, but the problems of adults interrupts his other desires, and he has to strain to hear her words. “It wasn’t,” he agrees just as quietly, but there’s a hint of something underlying the words. His honey-brown eyes are sad, because this is the first moment he’s regretted what they did. He doesn’t regret Blue – he couldn’t – but if he steps back to a wider perspective, he can see how having Blue will hurt Scorch, and the ones she loves, and cause her pain; and he never wanted that. Just like he never wanted to regret their few stolen moments – but that was when it was just once, just a few hours, never to be repeated and never to hurt anyone else. “I love her, too,” he says, and he chokes on the rest (’I love you, too’ - because he can’t say that out loud. That must be in the past. His best friend, his once-lover, asks where they go from here, and he takes a moment to consider. The world reshapes around him, possibilities and probabilities spinning around the hard realities that ground them. In an instant everything is possible, but that’s not really true. The bay Kraken has to swallow hard before he can answer, and his quiet voice radiates unhappiness. There isn’t a good solution, but there is a best solution. “We go forward,” he restates the question. “You have responsibilities in Nerine, and a family there. I have responsibilities here, and Galilee and the other babies. I think you’ll have to raise her in Nerine…but…” his voice breaks because even though he’s let other children go without a fuss, left them to their mothers to raise if that was what they wanted, he can’t bear the thought of giving Blue up. “You’ll visit? Both of you?” It isn’t pleading (yes he is). Kings and Krakens don’t plead (until now). hold me in this wild, wild world and in your heat I feel how cold it can get BRENNEN RE: Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen/Blue - Scorch - 10-13-2018 WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT Scorch Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle @[Brennen] italics indicates words she is tryna get him to brain read............... sorry i can't control her IM SCREMAMING RE: Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen/Blue - Brennen - 10-27-2018 hold me in this wild, wild world 'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be He lets himself beg, the words dragged from him, pleading with her to visit. It’s the only future he can imagine – he assumes that she will return to Hestoni, to Nerine, to her people; he still has responsibilities here, and he can’t leave Ischia to raise a child in Nerine. He can’t leave his other children, either; he doesn’t even think about his new magics or the fact that he can teleport in an instant because he’s too worries about the rest of it. About the intense feelings he already has for Blue, and the ones he can’t admit he has for Scorch. Her first response sends him into a total panic. ’It’s not that simple’, Scorch says, and his first thought is that she doesn’t want him to be a part of the filly’s life, or hers. Fear and something else threatens to drown him, almost as bad as when he lost Khaeli and Alonwy, and the air around them crackles with it. Thunder rolls in the distance that definitely wasn’t there before, and water seeps out of the ground at their feet. Some distance away, waves crash out of time on the shore. It’s only when their eyes meet that anything starts to steady; she steadies him, allowing him to lock down on the magic and focus on her next words. For several long heartbeats, Brennen forgets about Blue, happily suckling her first meal from her mother, and can only think about Scorch, and their long history. He has a lot of feelings – he’s a feelings kind of guy, Brennen, but he’s always tried to be careful of others. One of those things was being careful not to step on any toes – like Hestoni’s – with his feelings. He would never have voiced anything but friendship for Scorch, not knowing about Hestoni, not until she said something first. Circumstances have induced a poor grip on his feelings as well as his magic. Brennen has been quite careful these long months not to invade the privacy or thoughts of any of those around him, but she’s projecting and he’s not blocking. Only half-aware of his own actions, the bay stallion steps closer to the two of them, one ear flicked forward as if it could help him hear her better. Galilee isn’t gone but nothing has been the same…not since…not since they died, he allows himself to think back, I want it too. “I love you,” he says aloud, a little quirk of a half-smile on his face, and it’s clear he’s not just talking to Blue. The logistics of it all just aren’t important, right now. hold me in this wild, wild world and in your heat I feel how cold it can get BRENNEN @[Scorch] |