09-13-2020, 10:25 AM
Leilan
Something happens underway, and in retrospect he couldn’t really explain it to anyone if he wanted to. The game they’re playing is a dangerous one, and they both know it in the back of their minds. Neither pays attention, though. Not the ice-scaled roan, who’d initiated it, nor the chestnut mare, who’d been challenging him in the first place.
Their stars are pulled together, and with every circling motion, they come closer and closer.
She asks a question. The answer is ”Yes”, breathed hoarsely into her skin. She might have felt the vibration or the heat, but chances are the word itself is completely lost. Neither of them stops, neither of them tells the other No: this crucial word is forgotten, as oblivion took their minds.
Now they come together, whether they want to or not, the warm and the cold. It’s a star collision, the stardust scattering in the endless sky. A broken dam, letting the ocean in. It is dawn breaking over the mountains. A jump into a pitch-black lake. Running into the mist and bursting out into the unknown.
There is no room for thoughts tonight. Relief follows first when heads are cleared, but when they’re both breathless and leaning against one another, the orange is not of the setting sun but of it rising. His second emotion is shock, when reality comes rushing back in in the blink of an eye. He stares at the red woman in disbelief, mouths a how?, then shakes his head. Never mind that. It takes a heartbeat longer, then a low chuckle follows, and another. Idiot, he tells himself, but he doesn’t let go of her yet, and buries his face in her mane.
What’s done is done, and he might as well cling to her smell a little longer.
Their stars are pulled together, and with every circling motion, they come closer and closer.
She asks a question. The answer is ”Yes”, breathed hoarsely into her skin. She might have felt the vibration or the heat, but chances are the word itself is completely lost. Neither of them stops, neither of them tells the other No: this crucial word is forgotten, as oblivion took their minds.
Now they come together, whether they want to or not, the warm and the cold. It’s a star collision, the stardust scattering in the endless sky. A broken dam, letting the ocean in. It is dawn breaking over the mountains. A jump into a pitch-black lake. Running into the mist and bursting out into the unknown.
There is no room for thoughts tonight. Relief follows first when heads are cleared, but when they’re both breathless and leaning against one another, the orange is not of the setting sun but of it rising. His second emotion is shock, when reality comes rushing back in in the blink of an eye. He stares at the red woman in disbelief, mouths a how?, then shakes his head. Never mind that. It takes a heartbeat longer, then a low chuckle follows, and another. Idiot, he tells himself, but he doesn’t let go of her yet, and buries his face in her mane.
What’s done is done, and he might as well cling to her smell a little longer.
I am the dragon
and you call me insane
and you call me insane
Image commissioned by Vanilla, made by AshesDrawn on DA
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Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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