08-03-2021, 10:59 AM
a bright and dangerous spark
He could make a mess of her.
Obscene was a pure distraction where Cheri was concerned. She knew well enough by now how he seemed to draw her attention whenever they were around one another. In the beginning that acrid attraction drew them together, and she’d danced along those electric lines of fate right up until she’d got her ass burnt for doing so. Any sane mare with a sense of self-preservation and pride would’ve let the feelings she had about him die where they lay, wishing the next one to come along better luck than she.
Cheri though… she hears him hiss and bites her lip instead, surprised by the thrill of excited fear pulsing in her chest. Experience could change her physically, mentally, but some things about Cheri just seemed impossible to break.
“Better luck in my next life, then.” She wishes for her future self, able to make contact with his skin by way of her nose. Obscene reacted as she hoped he might: the black Fae stallion calmed. She hadn’t used her healing, hadn’t thought about changing the weather in order to keep him in the Meadow (however, now that she was thinking about it that didn’t seem like such a bad idea for a last resort option.) All she’d done was connect them physically.
Obscene feels otherwise.
She doesn’t blame him. He must’ve passed the seasons in the company of horses who liked to play their little games, as most did. In fact he sounded rather paranoid - for himself or for her she can’t decide. Just what had happened to the Prince of the Pampas in her absence, she wonders? Who could possibly have hurt or confused him more than he already seemed to be? His warning, nay threat of her impending doom furrows Cheri’s naturally smooth and attractive brow.
“...You’re right.” Cheri capitulated, her voice soft but firm. “Partially.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “But I know you’re right, for the most part. I can be foolish - anyone can. I can be too trusting. The world is full of monsters and bitterness.”
Where to begin? This felt like the best way, giving in to him in order to have him listen
“But if you think that’s going to stop me from doing better, from gaining more, then perhaps you - and nearly everyone else - highly underestimate me.” Cheri's smile hovered just above his shoulder, where the golden specks of fae markings sparkled over Obscene’s skin with bright flashes of twinkling light. She was implying that she didn’t mind being counted out, maybe she even preferred it that way. In the end Oceane had given her one-half of the crown and Cheri had gotten more than she’d ever wanted… except for one thing.
“I am sick and tired of doing this with you though. I know that much.” Cheri’s face lifted so that she could peer up at him from among the wry tangle of her green forelock. “Aren’t you?”
Obscene was a pure distraction where Cheri was concerned. She knew well enough by now how he seemed to draw her attention whenever they were around one another. In the beginning that acrid attraction drew them together, and she’d danced along those electric lines of fate right up until she’d got her ass burnt for doing so. Any sane mare with a sense of self-preservation and pride would’ve let the feelings she had about him die where they lay, wishing the next one to come along better luck than she.
Cheri though… she hears him hiss and bites her lip instead, surprised by the thrill of excited fear pulsing in her chest. Experience could change her physically, mentally, but some things about Cheri just seemed impossible to break.
“Better luck in my next life, then.” She wishes for her future self, able to make contact with his skin by way of her nose. Obscene reacted as she hoped he might: the black Fae stallion calmed. She hadn’t used her healing, hadn’t thought about changing the weather in order to keep him in the Meadow (however, now that she was thinking about it that didn’t seem like such a bad idea for a last resort option.) All she’d done was connect them physically.
Obscene feels otherwise.
She doesn’t blame him. He must’ve passed the seasons in the company of horses who liked to play their little games, as most did. In fact he sounded rather paranoid - for himself or for her she can’t decide. Just what had happened to the Prince of the Pampas in her absence, she wonders? Who could possibly have hurt or confused him more than he already seemed to be? His warning, nay threat of her impending doom furrows Cheri’s naturally smooth and attractive brow.
“...You’re right.” Cheri capitulated, her voice soft but firm. “Partially.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “But I know you’re right, for the most part. I can be foolish - anyone can. I can be too trusting. The world is full of monsters and bitterness.”
Where to begin? This felt like the best way, giving in to him in order to have him listen
“But if you think that’s going to stop me from doing better, from gaining more, then perhaps you - and nearly everyone else - highly underestimate me.” Cheri's smile hovered just above his shoulder, where the golden specks of fae markings sparkled over Obscene’s skin with bright flashes of twinkling light. She was implying that she didn’t mind being counted out, maybe she even preferred it that way. In the end Oceane had given her one-half of the crown and Cheri had gotten more than she’d ever wanted… except for one thing.
“I am sick and tired of doing this with you though. I know that much.” Cheri’s face lifted so that she could peer up at him from among the wry tangle of her green forelock. “Aren’t you?”
@Obscene