the secret of our world is written in the stars
His cerulean gaze peels from the shadows of the treeline (where he thought someone would be lurking) back to the river, where a small and gentle voice finds his ears. His chin finds his chest in surprise as he takes in the scene before him - a woman (pale and beautiful in the dying world around them), carefully poised in the bubbling river’s middle, with quivering and nearly transparent wings at her sleek sides. He is awestruck, though not enough to keep him frozen on the shoreline. Ever impulsive, the stallion refuses to hesitate the moment he has seen her, and steps into the river’s frigid waters until they kiss and swirl around his knees. The water is biting and cold, but he ignores the numbness of his legs for the sake of inspecting her with wide and sparkling cerulean eyes.
“It made it all the way out to sea?” His voice is deep and clear, easily heard over the sound of the river and the hiss of the water over smooth, gray stones. Svedka’s warm breath comes in plumes of cloud from his mouth, a slight quiver to his pale gold and alabaster skin as the cold of the river sets in, unforgiving in its chill. A charming smile brandishes his rosy lips as he quietly processes the scene before him, and what her finding the panther lily bulb in the middle of the ocean truly meant. “...you were all the way out at sea?”
A mermaid, he thinks to himself, wondering if a siren’s song would be the next thing to leave her pearlescent lips. “Please,” he begins, the river’s surface nearly covering the full length of his muscled legs, “please stay and tell me more, sea-maiden.”
“It made it all the way out to sea?” His voice is deep and clear, easily heard over the sound of the river and the hiss of the water over smooth, gray stones. Svedka’s warm breath comes in plumes of cloud from his mouth, a slight quiver to his pale gold and alabaster skin as the cold of the river sets in, unforgiving in its chill. A charming smile brandishes his rosy lips as he quietly processes the scene before him, and what her finding the panther lily bulb in the middle of the ocean truly meant. “...you were all the way out at sea?”
A mermaid, he thinks to himself, wondering if a siren’s song would be the next thing to leave her pearlescent lips. “Please,” he begins, the river’s surface nearly covering the full length of his muscled legs, “please stay and tell me more, sea-maiden.”
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kylin]