I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He tries really fucking hard not to even glance at the filly as she noses at her mother’s belly, clearly seeking her first meal. Whatever goddamned cruel twist of fate that had put them here must have a really shitty sense of humor to imagine he should be here for this.
He would’ve been so fucking happy to keep on pretending. To keep going like they had been forever. But her words, spoken so softly yet somehow striking with the force of bullets, are impossible to brush off. “No,’ he barks out, trying too damned hard to interrupt her. Too damned late, of course. “Not me.” His limbs itch to move. To run. “You’ve had fucking years to say this shit.” Were he in a saner frame of mind, he might have bit back the rest. But fuck it, he’s too pissed. “I might even have fucking believed you. Hell, I might even have wanted…”
For a moment, the rest gets stuck in his throat. Long enough for sense to prevail. Long enough for him to realize he’d been about to pour his fucking heart out to her.
As luck would have it though, at that exact moment, a low rumble vibrates the cave around them. Seconds later, the blockage disappears on a swirl of dust as a wash of blinding light floods the small cave. Ashhal’s wings, which had flared almost without thought to shelter the three of them abruptly retract.
“Fucking finally,” he growls as a slim, unnassuming roan mare peers in at them. Without a second thought, he bolts from the cave as though his goddamn tail were on fire, wings flapping a few times before leaping swiftly into the sky.
