He can taste the remnants of dreaming here; something sweet and snowy. His jaw grinds against the grit of it that hangs in the air, not unlike notes of dust that catch the light. It feels tender and glowing yet dark and brooding…
Has she yanked another out of his abyss?
Ire rises in him, goads him to needless action as he snorts and stamps the ground with angered hooves.
Kagerus forgets her place; always meddling with the fabric of things and ripping threads out of them to twist around her own hands. He knows this all too well. Is himself, a victim of it. Of course, he assumes she has gone and stolen something from somewhere to make them another perfect child. Because he knows it is a child - the dreams are too new for it not to be.
“Come out little one,” he murmurs, not really searching as he roams up and down the unfamiliar shore that he’s been dumped upon by the dreamland shoving him out. He also means the babe no harm, couldn’t ever hurt it - they share blood, however little much that matters in a place like this.
Abysm cannot help his moods. He had been in a place of perfection, her navy nose attached to his neck and loathe to leave it. The scent of their lovemaking and its sweaty efforts had still cling to them before they shared a roll in the grass. Then, ripped so cruelly from a dream that was sweeter and kinder than water to a parched throat. Now he chafes at the loss of her in this existence, at how the door to dreaming has been slammed shut in his face.
Instead, he’ll content himself with meeting the newest royal brat.
@[aegean] so Bys is being a brat himself lol
i would do anything for love,
but i won’t do that