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I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - Fox - 11-09-2018 My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see The entire world had upended itself, but right now that hardly seemed to matter. Tephra is safe, and so is she. That’s all that really matters right now anyway. After all, she is carrying his child. His. Honestly, he’s ridiculously pleased with himself. As if he hadn’t already been. She loves it, even if she won’t say so. He still has so much to show her about her body (about what they could do together), but he supposes some of that will have to wait for now. Besides, there’s something almost absurdly satisfying about watching her belly grown round with his child. The air is warm and heavy as he trots along the sandy beach, step as buoyant as the brightness gleaming from his amber eye. He has enjoyed the lapping waves, splashing about in them as a child might. He has always enjoyed the lighter things in life, had even done his very best to coax Lynx into joining him. After all, what could be more fun than a slightly naughty romp in the waves? He couldn’t think of anything. But that is far from his mind today as he makes his way along the shoreline, seeking her familiar black and white. He doesn’t have anything particular in mind, mostly he just wants to see her. Like he didn’t see her every day. Semantics, really. The lopsided grin dances across his features when finally he spies her. He slips alongside her as easily as breathing, a brief shudder of cold air sapping the humidity from the sticky Tephran clime in a little bubble around them. He places a line of warm kisses along the swell of her stomach before tracing that line along her neck and ending with a tender kiss on the curve of her jaw. “Hello beautiful,” he greets throatily, an amused twinkle gleaming in his bright gaze. Fox @[lynx] RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - lynx - 11-11-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - Fox - 11-15-2018 My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see He would have adored knowing her thoughts. Laughing at the irritably affectionate way she considered him in her own mind. Fortunately he doesn’t, but that does not prevent him from being entirely convinced she needs a little light-heartedness in her life. Namely, him. Even if she still struggles to admit it, she wouldn’t have him any other way. Really, Fox is not conceited at all. Truly. Though, to be fair, he does know her far better than she wants him to. And that must count for something. After all, when she curls against him in slumber or in the afterglow of their… other activities, everything he could want to know is written there in her lovely face and body. She might wear that mask for everyone else, but he knows just how to remove it now. And we already know Fox is not a shy stallion about such matters. She hadn’t had to stay, of course. But she had. And even if she cannot say it in words quite yet, it tells Fox everything. Delighting him in every way possible. A low chuckle escapes his lips at her rather huffy quip as he trails his lips along the curve of her jaw before nibbling tenderly at the hollow of her throat. “Oh, it’s not so bad,” he responds, the humor in his tone matching the brightness in his eye. “Besides, isn’t that what you have me for?” He places a soft kiss directly over the sensitive flesh he’d been teasing before withdrawing abruptly, a broad grin quirking his lips. Her softer greeting delights him, and he closes in once more. This time though, he trails his lips lightly along her rounded stomach before pressing his face against the firm curve. He waits patiently until a gentle kick presses against his cheek, causing him to pull away and laugh in delight. “I can’t wait to meet her,” he says softly then, pressing another kiss her Lynx’s belly. “What will we name her?” Her question stirs a protectiveness in him, drawing him closer. As though pressed against her isn’t already close enough. “Yes,” he responds with confidence, though he isn’t entirely certain he feels it. “It has to be.” Fox RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - lynx - 11-23-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - Fox - 11-27-2018 My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see He hides his smile against her skin, delighted by the way she shivers beneath his touch. Still she resists, a token resistance, but Fox is a very stubborn man. He could out-stubborn even her, and that’s saying something. Of course, had he been any less, he might have given up on her long ago. But, even if he cannot read her thoughts, he knows it’s fear that holds her back far more than anything else. No matter how jovial his outlook, even he understands the world is not a kind one. And she could see it so much more clearly than he could. She is distracted briefly by his question. He can feel her soften beneath the thought of their daughter, and he rubs his nose affectionately against her dark skin. “Hmmmmmm,” he rumbles thoughtfully, eyes growing distant as he considers possibilities. Before he can start tossing out ideas however, she interrupts him. He blinks, gaze coming into focus as she presses closer to him. A frown creases his features as it slowly becomes clear she had been hiding her discomfort from him. Or rather, much more likely, ignoring it entirely. But it seems their little girl is waiting for no one. Alarm suddenly bubbles forth in his chest as she closes her eyes, grimacing against the pain. “Lynx?” he questions softly, pressing his muzzle in worried patterns along her shoulder and neck, breath whuffing softly against as he tries to verify she is truly ok. This is normal, right? This is what’s supposed to happen? When she settles herself onto the ground, he noses worriedly at her for a moment before abruptly stepping back to give her space. His gaze jumps to a distant point as he wonders briefly if he should fetch help. A healer. Something. “Do you… need anything?” He frets over her still, going from pacing protectively around her to lightly touching her just to verify she was still doing well enough. He uses his snow and ice to soothe her tired, over-heated flesh. As much as she would allow, at least. But in the end it seems all of his fretting had been for naught. With very little ado, their filly slips into the world. His own happiness bursts inside his chest when he gets his first clear look at her. He hovers over them as Lynx fusses at her, bright eyes darting from mother to daughter and back again, as though unable to decide where to land. An irresistible grin tugs at his lips as he finally settles beside Lynx, reaching down to fuss gently over the little red filly too. “She is perfect,” he whispers with quiet awe. She is a blend of them both, his mottled red and her mother’s perfect white splashes. His gaze turns to Lynx then, briefly, a hint of amusement returning to his tone. “Just like her mother.” Their daughter begins to struggle in earnest then, trying to pull her wobbly little frame sternal. Fox nudges her gently, helpfully, until finally she manages, her gaze turning up to peer innocently at her parents. Barely minutes old, and she’s already managed to steal his heart. “What do you think of Persea?” he finally suggests. She smiles at them, a wide, toothless smile that is all gums, as though she agrees. Fox can’t help the return grin that sneaks onto his lips. Fox RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - lynx - 12-04-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - Fox - 12-06-2018 My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see He is distracted by their daughter, becoming lost in the paternal affection that overtakes him as he fusses gently over her. Distracted enough that he misses the way she looks at him. Misses the too brief span of time her face had displayed the warmth and affection he always longed to see. He’d always been so observant with her, refusing to miss even the smallest nuance and change of her features. It is the only way he could ever hope to read her. But their daughter had caught his attention, his own happiness spilling over as he wonders at the perfect little being they had created together. She is already stirring, her little face twisting in concentration as she tries to make her new legs obey. He chuckles when her first attempt lands her back on her belly, long, knobby akimbo. She huffs at him, already trying again. Her second attempt nearly lands her on her backside, but Fox is there, using his much sturdier frame to catch her. Holding her until she collects her shakey legs beneath her. Grinning, he looks up at Lynx, his eyes bright, features so open with transparent delight. Persea takes her first few wobbling steps, triumphant in her success. After a few moments, she finds her way to her mother, nosing beneath her belly as she searches for her first meal. Fox turns his full attention the girl’s mother then, gaze soft and happy. He closes the distance between them, pressing close to as he trails a row of kisses along her neck to the curve of her cheek. “I think,” he finally says, his tone lightly teasing, “her mother is exquisite and strong and wonderful.” Pressing his nose warmly against her, he pinches her skin lightly between his teeth. Punishment for insulting herself so. “If she is half as great as her mother, she’ll be amazing.” Fox RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - Persea - 12-06-2018 All of the voices inside of my mind will never be silenced At first the world is bright. And confusing. And loud. It is so hard to make heads or tails of. Not when it had been so quiet and dark and warm, then suddenly it is not. There first thing that becomes clear is her mother. Soft and comfortable and familiar. She can hear her so loudly, love and concern tangling inside her mind. Lynx.It’s confusing, these words, but she could sort them later. Because it becomes louder, more clamouring. Worry, excitement, joy. It takes her a moment to sort through these ones, they are so loud and boisterous. But they make her happy too, so she finds she does not mind so much. Because they are laced with love and protection. Suddenly she knows, this is her father. Fox. Persea. She hears it before it comes from his lips, an echo of his riotous mind. Is it normal to say things twice like that? Perhaps that is how everyone does it. It takes her a moment to realize Persea is she. That is her name. She blinks for a moment before a wide smile spreads across her tiny mouth. Yes, she likes that. It has such a nice sound. It reminds of her of before, when it had been quiet and warm and dark. When hunger stirs her belly, she frowns a little. But instinct tells her momma could help her. She had to get to momma. She looks up. She seems miles away even though in truth it is little more than a few steps. Small features setting into determined lines, she struggles to get her ungainly limbs beneath her. It takes her a few tries. Daddy laughs the first time, and she huffs a little grumpily at that. He thinks it’s funny, she can feel it. But daddy seems to like laughing a lot. And he comes to help her so she forgives him. When finally she stumbles the few steps between her and momma, she sighs in relief as she leans against her sturdy weight. She can smell something delicious. Milk. She picks out the word from the confusion. Yes, momma would feed her milk. After she fills her belly, she draws back, teetering on her wobbly limbs. She doesn’t like this. Not one little bit. She wanted to be strong, like mom and dad. But time will not hasten, even for impatient little fillies. Exhaustion begins to pluck persistent fingers at her mind then, and her impatience fades as blinks sleepily at momma. With a sigh, she stumbles forward, pushing beneath momma’s neck. Folding her long, knobby legs, she barely avoids simply collapsing to the ground as she tries to curl as gracefully at her mother's feet as her untried limbs will allow. She blinks a few times, stubbornly resisting sleep until it’s pull can no longer be denied. Until she is swept under with a satisfied little sigh. until I can find a way to let go of what we left behind persea RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - lynx - 12-07-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires RE: I smile in the face of fear; Lynx - Fox - 12-13-2018 My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see He could never hope to comprehend the clamour she must feel inside her own mind on a daily basis. Couldn’t pretend to know what his own daughter would experience with the gift she’d inherited. But he does know he could love them both. That they need never fear his thoughts. That he would build them a safe haven if he must. It saddens him momentarily that they might never enjoy the world the way he does. That he could enjoy the loud and boisterous that would only make them ache. But Lynx had learned to have some control over her ability, and he harbors little doubt their daughter would too. He would make sure she had a safe world in which to do so. That much at least, he could do. She could experience the beautiful before she ever had to learn of the ugly. With an amused smile, he brushes his lips over her cheek, her closed eye, down the finely crafted hollows of her nose. His eyes meet hers openly when she finally looks up at him, her gaze softer than he had seen it before. His lips twitch at her words, a soft hum escaping his throat as she brushes her nose gently across his cheek. “Impossible,” he quips in a low, amused tone. “And you definitely shouldn’t be sorry.” When their daughter settles at her mother’s feet, Fox drops his gaze to roam lovingly over her for a moment. Lynx shifts to nuzzle Persea, whispering gently into the downy fur of her small forehead. Persea blinks sleepily at her mother, offering her a sweet smile, a tiny nod, before sinking into slumber. Fox presses closer to Lynx as she looks back up at him, her face so open and lovely and aching. He rubs his nose soothingly along her neck as he presses warmly, comfortingly, against her. He does not need to be a mind reader to read the worry that she now feels. “She’ll be ok,” he whispers, his breath warm against her skin. “We’re not your parents.” No matter what awaits her out in the world, their daughter would learn only joy and happiness here, with them. If there is anything Fox excels at, it is that. Fox |