Breathe in so deep
The earth bends where he steps, engraving each of his hoofprints in the icing covered landscape. The crunch of the snow only lends to the crisp atmosphere that winter provides. His skin shivers momentarily, his bay coat coming alive, warmth passing over his skin to stave off the cold. His feathers fall one last step before velvet finds his side, and he is still. Still as stone as the caress grabs his skin, tracing heat across his side. It is an odd sensation, he turns his dial to look on her but it simply is not possible. Had he not been present when she received her Kingdom gift, he may very well have been under the impression that he was touched by a spook. What kind of spook might touch him in such a way? There were things he had heard of once, briefly. Things he could not recall the names of but they were said to exist, and lately he found himself doubting very little what could, and could not be real. Magic. Beqanna was full of it and likely the world was too, though he found little comfort in that thought.
The rose bends with his jaw, clenching against each wave of desire that wormed its way to his thoughts. Would that he could spend his existence entwined with her in a lover’s embrace. Choking on the bleached silk that rolled far past her shoulders. Perhaps relief claimed him as she slowly trickled into sight. First her face, each line curving just the way he remembered. The angle of her nose, the line of her lips, all the same. Long lashes framed her crystalline eyes, eyes that sparkled like stars that stole the brilliance of the sun. He reached to snare the flower in her hair, spending much more time than was necessary breathing her in as he worked. His nares flaring wide as he pressed into the flaxen waterfall, imagining he was sinking into her. Lifting away only to be met again at his neck, pressing hungrily up to his jaw, his mouth fell agape before he cleared his throat.
”What else would have me? Down feathers?” He laughed at the thought, a rumbling filling his broad chest. ”I think only good little boys and girls are gifted such things.” He grabs at her azure stare, lifting one scale and membrane appendage, his own eyes locked as he bends his wing towards her. He strokes the tip of a slate-colored talon gently under her chin, hardly pressing into the soft flesh. He would die before he ever caused her harm or damage. His dark lips find hers hungrily, as if he could consume her very being he would and they would no longer exist as separate entities. ” You taste especially sweet today.” He growls, a rich, rasping baritone leaving him. “I’d find anything else dramatically unpleasant, I’ve missed you as well, both of you.” Again he touched a wing to her, gently patting her side, the only way he could touch their child within. ”You are far too good to me.” he observed, commenting as if he spoke off handed. In truth it was a rather deep statement for the bay soldier.
why yes, Killdare does the kisses..all the kisses XD bahahah