12-06-2020, 12:35 AM
so make your siren's call and sing all you want, I will not hear what you have to say --
She bites his throat, her teeth glancing off the hard, frost-covered scales, just as he had expected her to. Sabbath was predictable only in the sense that he could usually count on her reacting aggressively to most everything he did or said. He is not sure why that had never deterred him; if anything, it was why he had stayed. She was captivating in a way he had not expected her to be, and the ferocious snap of her jaws only further fueled that fire in his gut. He sees the venom that flies from her mouth, and he cannot stop the crooked smile from crossing his face again.
But truthfully, he hated pushing her buttons. He did not want to risk angering her to the point he never stood a chance of breaking through any of her barriers. He didn't want to push her so far that he never saw that occasional softening of her otherwise sharp face, especially when she looked at their children.
It was impossible to resist reaching out to touch her, sometimes, just to see if she will let him -- just to see if maybe today is the day she finally softens and realizes that he is not going anywhere, that he is not out to hurt her or leave her, but he can see today is not that day.
He does not hold any of it against her, though. She bites and spits her venom and he is unfazed, letting it roll off of him the same way water does his scales.
There is a noticeable pause, though, when she tells him to stay here. He turns his blue eyes to her face, unable to meet her downcast gaze, but he stares at her all the same. She says it's for the twins, and he doesn't doubt that part of it. Sabbath would do anything for her children; it was one of the things he loved most about her. He wonders, though, if she truly despised him as much as she appeared to, if she would still ask. He decides not to comment on it, remaining silent as she settles herself to the ground and pulls Riptide against her. The colt willingly obliges, burying his small face happily into his mother’s chest. Varick steps carefully to Katarine, gently nosing the filly towards Sabbath and Riptide. “Go sleep next to your mom and brother, love,” he murmurs as he lips softly at her cheek, waiting to make sure that she gets herself safely into place. “Maybe when you wake up your big brother will be back.”
But truthfully, he hated pushing her buttons. He did not want to risk angering her to the point he never stood a chance of breaking through any of her barriers. He didn't want to push her so far that he never saw that occasional softening of her otherwise sharp face, especially when she looked at their children.
It was impossible to resist reaching out to touch her, sometimes, just to see if she will let him -- just to see if maybe today is the day she finally softens and realizes that he is not going anywhere, that he is not out to hurt her or leave her, but he can see today is not that day.
He does not hold any of it against her, though. She bites and spits her venom and he is unfazed, letting it roll off of him the same way water does his scales.
There is a noticeable pause, though, when she tells him to stay here. He turns his blue eyes to her face, unable to meet her downcast gaze, but he stares at her all the same. She says it's for the twins, and he doesn't doubt that part of it. Sabbath would do anything for her children; it was one of the things he loved most about her. He wonders, though, if she truly despised him as much as she appeared to, if she would still ask. He decides not to comment on it, remaining silent as she settles herself to the ground and pulls Riptide against her. The colt willingly obliges, burying his small face happily into his mother’s chest. Varick steps carefully to Katarine, gently nosing the filly towards Sabbath and Riptide. “Go sleep next to your mom and brother, love,” he murmurs as he lips softly at her cheek, waiting to make sure that she gets herself safely into place. “Maybe when you wake up your big brother will be back.”
VARICK
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