i'm on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell
He wasn’t one to admit mistakes or short comings, but she had been a mistake. He had been pulled down by the undercurrent, and instead of fighting for air he had allowed the water to fill his lungs. Sinking slowly at first, and then like a stone incased in lead. Stupid, foolish, reckless…all were words he could use to describe whatever it was that had transpired between them. The Queen and The General, the typical fairy tale romance that had ended in the typical tragic fairy tale fashion. He was no Prince, and no magic kiss would have saved her from herself anyways. They had been toxic for each other, like flame to gasoline. Volatile, combustible, deadly.
But from such tragedy could often come beauty, and their tale had been no different. First, they had sought solace in each others words before eventually falling into each others bodies. It had started with a touch; tender, testing, never rushing or forcing. A touch that had spread like wildfire, and before long their was a product of their exploration. A filly, a girl made in the image of her mother. Whereas Erebor was his father made over, Smother was nearly the spitting image of her mother. She was delicate and slim, with blue eyes that peered from beneath her tangled, multicolored forelock. He raised her as good as he possibly could, but having a filly underfoot was not something he was accustomed to. She was away more often than not, and so long as he caught her scent on the winds occasionally he didn’t worry too much. Smolder was gone God only knows where, and Warship found himself not really giving a damn. After their last heated meeting in the Meadow, he couldn’t give three shits less about her at the moment. But his daughter and done nothing besides be a product of his mother and her grandmother, so he couldn’t hold that against her.
Her arrival back in the Chamber does not go unnoticed, and he finds himself stalking after her quietly. She seems thinner than usual, her mane and tail perhaps more tangled, and a look of concern crosses over his features. “Smother.” he called out, stepping from the trees and into her path. As always, he feels awkward with her, not knowing much about a filly and how their brains worked. “How have you been? You’re alright, I trust? I haven’t seen you in a long time…we’ve been missing you.” he said quietly, his dark brown eyes searching her blue ones. Did she know she had a new brother? How would he tell her? Would she hate him for it? Surely not- if nothing else, the children would have someone to play with, though Warship doubted highly that Erebor was one for foal shenanigans. Never the less, he’d like to introduce them…when the time was right. For now, he needed to see what was eating at her mind, no matter how hard the conversation would be for him.
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