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all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean - Pteron - 05-15-2020 ----------------tell me: who do i run to? Pteron hopes there are twins, though he’s not yet admitted this to Aegean. Even one child is a heavy responsibility; wishing for two seems like wishing for the moon. He did get the moon though, Pteron thinks with a sleepy smile. Moving carefully, he touches his lips to his lover’s glowing white neck, tucks away a lock of the impossibly pale hair behind the base of strong brown antlers. He smiles as he presses one last kiss to Aegean’s cheek, and then turns to lift his face to the weak warmth of the rising sun. He waits until he feels the other stallion shift against him before he moves again, having lost track of how long that might have been, dozing off himself. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He says warmly but without drawing closer, allowing Aegean the space to stretch however he might wish. Sometimes the child shifts within him while he sleeps, Pteron knows, and wonders once more how long it might be before it arrives. He is eager, and turns so that he might press his forehead against the other’s wide belly. “You though, stay asleep. Let your Dad have some rest.” Smiling, he meets Aegean’s amethyst eyes, marveling at the way they sparkle in the sunlight. “I think we should go to the West,” says the dun pegasus. “It’s warm, and I heard your mothers are in Tephra,” he continues, “Or at least so your Uncle says.” The thought of Svedka elicits an amused smile that Pteron doesn’t hide. “We could settle down,” he says teasingly, “let the little one meet its grandmothers.” @[aegean] -- pteron -- RE: all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean - aegean - 05-19-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead Aegean does not question the magic that makes this possible. He has never questioned such things. He was born into the world, sheltered and ushered by dreams. He was given a death sentence and then the immortality to outweigh it and, later, when the word began to form into concrete reality around him, he was gifted the ability to bend it to his whim. That his conjurings are merely illusions painted against that concrete matters little to him. They are his truth and he lives within the whimsy of them daily. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead @[Pteron] RE: all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean - Pteron - 05-19-2020 ----------------tell me: who do i run to? “I will do my best to ensure you do not regret saying that,” Pteron replies with a soft huff, “I will find us a place to sleep that is as far from the volcano as we can manage. Wouldn’t want to lose a child after all this effort.” He’s stepped closer while speaking, and once more rests his muzzle just a hair above Aegean’s side. Is the child within an Asena or an Aureus, he wonders? They had chosen the names together, and Pteron likes to think he’s gotten away with naming them both after Aegean with their alliteration. Just as he says ‘effort’, he presses a very gentle touch to the soft hair and pulls away with a fond smile. The anticipation is bright in his eyes, and spreads to the rest of his face as the surprise of hearing about his mothers wakes Aegean fully. Pteron nods at the other’s disbelief, shaking loose a bit of his teal forelock. “I wonder if Oriash knows they have returned,” Pteron muses aloud as he presses his muzzle against the high crest of the white stallion’s neck. The muscle here – the trapezius, his father’s voice says – holds much of the weight of the impressive antlers his lover wears. He does his best to massage it with the edge of his chin, drawing back as Aegean speaks. Kagerus and Solace will be excited to meet the little one, Aegean says. A knot of worry that Pteron hadn’t realized he was hold falls away. He’d not given a name to what he shares with Aegean when he’d spoken to Svedka. He’d not known what to call this thing between them that that gives rise to something that races through his veins so vigorously that he is always surprised that Aegean is the only one of them that glows. He still doesn’t, but that no longer bothers him as it once might have. It occurs to Pteron that Aegean might have multiple uncles as soon as he says it, but somehow it seems that the other man knows exactly which one he means, so perhaps there is only one after all. Svedka had spoken of a closeness with his twin that would surely have entered into tales that Solace told her children even they’d never been able to meet him. “The two of you would get along well,” Pteron replies with smile and a soft touch to Aegean’s shoulder. “You share many fine qualities. Such as your splendid taste in men.” It’s very hard to keep a straight face, but Pteron is very sure he manages it (he does not), but the amusement fades somewhat when Aegean speaks of making his mothers happy. “It would make you happy too.” The dun replies, and though he phrases it as though he is confident, there is a question in his olive eyes. Pteron is not so fragile that he requires constant reassurance of Aegean’s affection (there are few things more binding than the child they’ve created), but he does sometimes like to be certain, to check in. He’d sworn to make up for sending Aegean away in Taiga rather than making the more difficult choice, and he finds comfort in doing just that. Ensuring that Aegean is as happy as Pteron can make him is the best way to do so. “Settling down would truly make you happy?” @[aegean] -- pteron -- RE: all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean - aegean - 05-20-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead All of the aches that settle into his bones and strain his muscles dissolve at Pteron’s touch. He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, a sigh as he curves against the pressure of the chin against his neck, and his lips pull into a dreamy smile. “My sister knows everything, I feel,” he murmurs, thinking of his illusionist little sister. Their paths had not crossed as much as he would have liked—after all, Aegean spent so much of his time following the trails of his own making—but he had always been impressed with her. It would not surprise him at all if Oriash had already learned of his mother’s return. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead RE: all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean - Pteron - 05-21-2020 ----------------tell me: who do i run to? At yet he’s here, standing in front of Pteron, and the child that Aegean grows is their child, a living embodiment of the love between them. Excitement, anticipation, enjoying these last few moments that only the two of them will share. This is what having a child should be like, Pteron has learned. Though the realization that Aegean was pregnant had been a surprise, it was the sort of surprise that has kept him smiling all these months. “Perhaps when we are old,” he counters warmly, pressing a kiss on the edge of his lover’s jaw, “When I have grown so wrinkled only you could love me, and you so blind I must lead you to fresh grazing. Perhaps then we might.” That there is so much life to occur in the time until then is an unspoken truth. Pteron will forever heal from any touch of aging, and it cannot reach the glowing stallion in front of them at all. A miracle, he thinks, that he has found Aegean so soon in this eternal life of theirs. “I do know,” he answers, and any chagrin that might be in his voice is drowned out by the contentment that is surely there. He rests his cheek against Aegean’s and watches as his beloved colors the winter grey world around them in more colors than Pteron has names for. “I love you.” -- pteron -- RE: all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean - aegean - 05-26-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead Aegean still cannot help but look at Pteron and see the sun staring back at him. There is something so permanent about the man before him—Aegean cannot imagine a time before him and certainly cannot imagine a time after him. He is as forever as anything that he has ever known and it never occurs to him that something as small as mortality could ever touch him. The world simply could not continue to spin without Pteron being there. There was no way for the world to continue—the gravity would never work. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead RE: all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean - Pteron - 05-28-2020 ----------------tell me: who do i run to? He hums wordlessly in contentment, pressing back affectionately against the other stallion’s touch, his olive eyes contentedly closed. This moment is a perfect one, as they all seem to be with Aegean, and Pteron smiles to himself. At the sigh though, he opens his eyes. He knows that carrying a child weighs on him, and though he does worry this might be harder on Aegean than on a mare, Pteron trusts that the magic used to bring them such a miracle would not endanger the father-to-be. Pteron reassures himself – and not for the first time – that the magic had known what it was doing. It has given Aegean the task of carrying their child rather than Pteron, but that does not mean that on some days (days when Aegean seems especially weary) that Pteron does not wish that he could take this burden from him. ‘Almost as much as I will love this child of ours’, Aegean says, and Pteron’s teal smile widens fondly. The pegasus moves so he might better attend to the place just behind Aegean’s shoulder where he knows the muscles are often tense, pressing there as he muses over the question that Aegean poses. What will they be like? “I hope just like you,” Pteron says, “I assume you were as perfect as a child as you are now, and that will making raising them so much easier than if they are anything like me.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, and if Aegean glances over his shoulder he will see the easy grin that has colored the words. “I went invisible right after I was born, my mother says. I would like to be able to find our child, at least while they are small.” @[aegean] -- pteron -- RE: all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide | aegean - aegean - 06-05-2020 Aegean I should have loved a thunderbird instead The colors around them grow muted then, the motions slowing from their initial joyful leaps to slow and deliberate. The colors turn pastel—soft shades of mauve and sage—and begin to spiral into the air and then shower down like supernatural drizzle. Aegean tips his head back to watch the display, feeling something like a deep-rooted joy spread through the very marrow of his bones. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead |