i never said that i would be your lover
i never said that i would be your friend
i never said that i would take no other
The golden boy has stopped suddenly, his wings flared wide so that the sunlight filters through the creamy iridescence of his feathers. Some of those feathers drift down around her and she cannot help but laugh, a brief bell chime, as they drift down near her legs. One downy arc tumbles across the slope of her back like cottonwood fluff, a wing seed (she imagines, for she has always coveted those feathered appendages). Her bright eyes are intent upon the face of the stallion, the band of his halo reflected in their dark pupils.
“Hello Ophanim.” The smoothness of his tones and his bright manner draws her immediately. Beyond being a lover of pretty things the charming primarch does love to be charmed in turn. Her chin draws in slightly when he says there is something in her hair, she doesn't much care but naturally tries to see just what has stuck in her mane. Ophanim gingerly takes a foxtail from among her blond tresses and Kensa gives her head a shake after he has drawn it away. “Thank you.” The chestnut mare is unperturbed until she notices the barbed little seed has rooted itself in his flesh. Brows knit with concern as he requests her help and without hesitation Kensa steps close to the tobiano.
Her pale lips brush against his own, but the sharp thing is not so easy to loosen. She cannot help but notice he smells like sunlight and something else unfamiliar, perhaps the place from which he comes. Kensa wonders if he is breathing her in too, and a warmth drifts into her cheeks as she murmurs, “Hold still.” This time she presses her lips to his, and then, catching his lower lip in her teeth drags them gently over his skin until she can free the seed and drop it to the earth between their feet. Its an innocent moment but Kensa is keenly aware that it does not feel that way. Her muzzle is still close to his own, and she is quiet a beat too long. Her brain manages to put just a single word upon her reluctant tongue. “Better?”
@[Ophanim]
