12-15-2016, 05:32 PM
He breaks the spell when he stands.
Marlyn. Here. With a strange man who has whisked her away to some hidden enclave, whispered gentle things with the softest eyes and the warmest smile...she is powerless. Storm clouds of confusion darken her features as the stallion seems frightened, acting as though the oxygen has left the room. Lashes fall over the spotted mare's eyes as she breathes into herself, calm and quiet. As if still underwater, she finds her own feet and stands looking at him with the smallest touches of hurt growing from the corners. What had she done to drive him to his feet? To drive her away? She is but a mare enjoying another company?
But she does not want to hear what else he has to say. Something had taken root between them and it was electrifying. Marlyn trembles slightly as she must resist giving in, giving him something she was still not entirely sure she possessed. One lightly feathered hoof edges her closer. "Ashley-", his name is far too sweet on her tongue, it's syllables effortless in her throat, "please." She speaks with a coarse gentleness as though her voice were made of raw silk. She is not sure what she should do either but perhaps take her leave. After all, this was his home, his secret in the world and the mare knew that perhaps she is an unwelcome nuisance that he has grown tired off in his home.
Shoo, little pest, shoo.
Marlyn stops her advance. The edges of her lips twists in a confusion of a smile but her eyes betray her as they become overwhelmed with the creeping tendrils of defeat. She offers a small nod, moves to the water's edge and begins to dip her form into the cool water. What more could she do?
Marlyn. Here. With a strange man who has whisked her away to some hidden enclave, whispered gentle things with the softest eyes and the warmest smile...she is powerless. Storm clouds of confusion darken her features as the stallion seems frightened, acting as though the oxygen has left the room. Lashes fall over the spotted mare's eyes as she breathes into herself, calm and quiet. As if still underwater, she finds her own feet and stands looking at him with the smallest touches of hurt growing from the corners. What had she done to drive him to his feet? To drive her away? She is but a mare enjoying another company?
But she does not want to hear what else he has to say. Something had taken root between them and it was electrifying. Marlyn trembles slightly as she must resist giving in, giving him something she was still not entirely sure she possessed. One lightly feathered hoof edges her closer. "Ashley-", his name is far too sweet on her tongue, it's syllables effortless in her throat, "please." She speaks with a coarse gentleness as though her voice were made of raw silk. She is not sure what she should do either but perhaps take her leave. After all, this was his home, his secret in the world and the mare knew that perhaps she is an unwelcome nuisance that he has grown tired off in his home.
Shoo, little pest, shoo.
Marlyn stops her advance. The edges of her lips twists in a confusion of a smile but her eyes betray her as they become overwhelmed with the creeping tendrils of defeat. She offers a small nod, moves to the water's edge and begins to dip her form into the cool water. What more could she do?
MARLYN