10-13-2019, 05:54 PM
Thorn is a clumsy creature, one that stumbles over his words just as much as he stumbles over his legs. His lack of tact is made up for with the wild gleam of his smile and the roguish glint in his eyes. There is a feral boy deep inside of him, a handsome boy—a horse that draws upon the wolffish instincts he was born into. His mother taught him love, though—and his siblings taught him patience—and that untamed being snowballed down a mountain of unbidden, rosy love.
The girl before Thorn reminds him of that warm love Wonder has always freely given. She holds that same fire his mother does, a kindness and a ferocity of equal strengths. His heart skips a beat when her gaze meets his—mostly because he has never had a girl look at him the way she is looking at him, but also because her secretive eyes seem depthless in their curiosity. Thorn’s mouth widens to match Prayer’s grin because he cannot help himself: such life is so infectious.
Aware that there is little space between them now that the girl has settled next to him, Thorn holds his breath and catches glimpses of her face from the corner of his eye. He realizes all too late that her mischievous has gone unanswered, and he blurts out on the breath he is holding, “Well, let’s find out!” The colt then launches himself into the frigid water without a thought for his health, immediately regretting his decision as the icy temperature numbs his legs and underbelly. He peers back Prayer awkwardly, timid eyes glistening and remorseful.
The girl before Thorn reminds him of that warm love Wonder has always freely given. She holds that same fire his mother does, a kindness and a ferocity of equal strengths. His heart skips a beat when her gaze meets his—mostly because he has never had a girl look at him the way she is looking at him, but also because her secretive eyes seem depthless in their curiosity. Thorn’s mouth widens to match Prayer’s grin because he cannot help himself: such life is so infectious.
Aware that there is little space between them now that the girl has settled next to him, Thorn holds his breath and catches glimpses of her face from the corner of his eye. He realizes all too late that her mischievous has gone unanswered, and he blurts out on the breath he is holding, “Well, let’s find out!” The colt then launches himself into the frigid water without a thought for his health, immediately regretting his decision as the icy temperature numbs his legs and underbelly. He peers back Prayer awkwardly, timid eyes glistening and remorseful.
thorn
under your skin, over the moon
don't let me in, I don't know what I'd do
roses are fallin', roses from fallin' for you, ooh