let my shadows prove the sunshine
Svedka’s eyes darken as she bounds towards him as the lioness (a shape that he had come to enjoy, despite their time apart) and though he is grinning wildly, his ears fall against his neck as the predator nears him, whinnying sharply as if to challenge her. There is adrenaline coursing through both of their veins as they crash together, a heated embrace that is unlike the tentative one upon their first reunion. Her mouth is across the milk and honey of his neck, warm and pressing as her breath ghosts over his flesh. He draws her nearer (or attempts to, as they are as close as they can physically be at this point) with a low, guttural nicker as his nostrils flare wildly.
The stallion’s eyes flutter closed as her lips finally press against him, his abdomen tightening as his own mouth skates across the nape of her neck, tugging and pulling at the crest of her tawny mane with intermittent and heated kisses pressed fervently in between. Words escape her and the same happens for him, unable to form any of the thoughts he is thinking as she sends shivers down his spine, a gentle and welcoming feeling that only causes him to pull at her some more, needy and wanting.
Tephra’s evening sun begins to filter through the small glade, painting the island grass in molten orange and gold. The scent of the sea tapers over them both, warm and salty. But he does not see the sun nor the grass, not even the burning of the sunset clouds above them - all he sees, hears, and feels right now in this moment is her.
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