Teach these broken wings to fly || Svedka

[Nymf]

It is startling to her, to feel so suddenly vulnerable before the cream coated stallion before her. The flowers in his hair continued to mesmerize her as she listens to hum of life that surrounded them. Deep within his eyes thinks that she spots a question there. Patiently she waits for it to fall past his lips like the many others before it had. Only, this time, it remains hidden from her. It is curious to her, his sudden change. When, before, there was no question that could not be asked. Even so, she feels like he sees her in a way that no one had even tried to in a long time.
 
There is a familiarity suddenly between them, like they had known each other past their shared moment. For a moment she imagines that she sees the world through his eyes. Vibrant and filled with wonder. There was no pain too deep that couldn’t be healed with the comforting touch of a friend, or a crown of flowers tied lovingly in one’s mane. She admired him and his innocent demeanor. There had been a time not long ago that she imagined that they had been quite similar.
 
As they stand together he pulls himself along side of her and she finds herself gazing up at him. He reminded her so much of him as the sun glistened upon the pale colors of his coat. For a moment she allowed herself to believe that it was her lost love who stood beside her and her heart swelled with emotion. When Svedka speaks she is startled out of her daydream only to smile as tears creep into her eyes. Blinking them back her lip begins to tremble.
 
“Yes, Svedka,” she answers with a sad smile. “I truly believe that there is.”

Nymf

I Have No Tears Left To Cry

@[Svedka] <3

[Svedka]

the secret of our world is written in the stars

Nymf blinks wildly, and for a moment the deepened lines of a concerned frown crosses his pale lips, his brow furrowing in concern. Had he offended her? The bridge of his nose pushes against her chin, lifting her sad gaze upwards, searching her eyes with bright and wide-eyed blue irises. “Magic,” he repeats softly, his voice lush with daydreams and sunlight, his breath a warm whisper on her cheek. Do not cry, he wills her silently, though it does nothing. 

Ever so slowly, the afternoon sun begins to sink lower and lower, the colors of dusk filling in the once clear, blue sky. The springtime sun dampens its luster as twilight courses through the depths of the river lands, the sun fading between everlasting pines and rocky outcroppings of moss-covered boulders. Svedka withdraws his touch from her momentarily, positioning himself to watch the sun set in the distant beyond, his cerulean gaze firmly locked on the ever-changing sky as purples and pinks and magentas slowly take over. He inhales deeply, an ear trained in her direction and one firmly facing forward, listening as the sound of the riverlands are slowly overcome with the soft chirp of crickets and the buzz of cicadas, a breathless smile on his face. 

“Right there,” he murmurs, watching the colors of the sky change before their very eyes. “It never gets old,” Svedka remembers the sadness in her eyes from moments before and he hopes that somehow it has lifted as the world around them beautifully changes into a serene, nighttime landscape. 

(be my escape)

Svedka

@[Nymf]
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[Nymf]

He is not blind to her emotions as her previously composed features broke apart to reveal the pain that lingered beyond every smile. Gently he presses his nose to the underside of her chin, coaxing her eyes upward. Tentatively she met his gaze, and, for a moment, she lost herself in the blue of them. His voice soothes her, different and yet achingly familiar as it washes over her. One thousand untouched possibilities flood every corner of her mind. Things that were and those that never would be were lost in the reality of that moment beside Svedka.
 
She knew that it was unfair of her to compare the stallion to the one that she had lost. The kindness of her eyes, the pure unfiltered verve for life sent starbursts through her. He spoke of magic with such light-hearted purity, she felt the effects of his world view chase away the images of her past. There was no other explanation other than the supernatural to explain their meeting. He could not possibly know what he meant to her in that moment.
 
Around them colors filled the sky as the sun prepared for the coming evening. The hour had grown late, and she was reminded of the journey ahead of her still. She found herself dreading the moment of departure from his side. Absently, she leaned towards the sound of his voice, burying her face into the soft of his neck. The masculine musk of his scent filled her with warmth and it frightened her to realize just how comfortable she was to remain there.

Nymf

I Have No Tears Left To Cry

@[Svedka] <3