03-27-2022, 03:02 PM
Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
lt had never been a secret, what Aela had once been to him. Her expression darkens and he wonders if it’s because of the information he’s shared or because of who it is about. If Mr. Lost Prayers came wandering back into the Taiga, would he be dealing with his presence with any grace? A soft snort escapes him at the thought, knowing very well what the answer would be. He’s starting to become attuned to the crystal mare’s various moods and when she becomes lost in thought, he notices.
A soft laugh escapes from deep in his chest, casting warm breath to whisper against the lovely dark velvet of her skin. The thought of her actually being jealous because of him sends a strange thrill to run along his spine. It was still hard to wrap his head around it sometimes, how they had gone from such tense rivals into… this. “Are you admitting envy over me Cheri?” He teases against her cheek, letting his wandering touch express what he truly found enticing, what Aela couldn’t hold a candle to. He pauses, breathing in that intoxicating scent of rain and lilies. “I suppose I should be disappointed you won’t be fighting over me after all…” His dark laughter follows him as he pulls away, crimson eyes flashing with delight and amusement.
Still grinning at her thinly veiled threat, he keeps the distance closed between them as they amble further down the coast. He falls quiet for a moment, letting the crashing sounds of the ocean mix with the twilight calls coming from the forest. Full of surprises, she had said. Would this be one she would approve of? He moves in front of her, blocking her path, so that he stands directly in her path. The look he gives her is piercing, potent. “When we’ve rebuilt, found those who are missing… I’m going to take Tephra. And then I want to find a way to bring back the South.” Aela had wanted him to dream bigger. And he had. The claiming of the volcanic kingdom was something he needed to do. Even if it wasn’t forever, even if it was temporary. It was something he had to prove to himself, an obstacle that had stood in his path for too long. Once he could overcome that, the possibilities were endless. There was also that twisting around his ribs, the memories of what had happened in the meadow never far from his mind. Aela looked at them as Immortals with nothing but time. The Serpent disagreed. This, at least, was something he might be able to do for them before time was no longer his to grasp.
“I would see you be Queen again.” His whisky voice dropping low and rough with intensity. “Would you be mine? Until your kingdom is restored?”
A soft laugh escapes from deep in his chest, casting warm breath to whisper against the lovely dark velvet of her skin. The thought of her actually being jealous because of him sends a strange thrill to run along his spine. It was still hard to wrap his head around it sometimes, how they had gone from such tense rivals into… this. “Are you admitting envy over me Cheri?” He teases against her cheek, letting his wandering touch express what he truly found enticing, what Aela couldn’t hold a candle to. He pauses, breathing in that intoxicating scent of rain and lilies. “I suppose I should be disappointed you won’t be fighting over me after all…” His dark laughter follows him as he pulls away, crimson eyes flashing with delight and amusement.
Still grinning at her thinly veiled threat, he keeps the distance closed between them as they amble further down the coast. He falls quiet for a moment, letting the crashing sounds of the ocean mix with the twilight calls coming from the forest. Full of surprises, she had said. Would this be one she would approve of? He moves in front of her, blocking her path, so that he stands directly in her path. The look he gives her is piercing, potent. “When we’ve rebuilt, found those who are missing… I’m going to take Tephra. And then I want to find a way to bring back the South.” Aela had wanted him to dream bigger. And he had. The claiming of the volcanic kingdom was something he needed to do. Even if it wasn’t forever, even if it was temporary. It was something he had to prove to himself, an obstacle that had stood in his path for too long. Once he could overcome that, the possibilities were endless. There was also that twisting around his ribs, the memories of what had happened in the meadow never far from his mind. Aela looked at them as Immortals with nothing but time. The Serpent disagreed. This, at least, was something he might be able to do for them before time was no longer his to grasp.
“I would see you be Queen again.” His whisky voice dropping low and rough with intensity. “Would you be mine? Until your kingdom is restored?”
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