07-07-2023, 01:33 PM
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Her voice makes his head turn so quickly that he feels a twinge up his neck. He knows it is Catryn by the sound of her words (he’s heard that sweet tune scattered among the vague and floating memories of the past years) but he isn’t expecting the embrace she gives him so suddenly. His body tightens at her touch. The way he freezes is unlike the Targaryen of ‘before.’ The last time he had been so intimate, the magic had stirred awake beneath his skin. The last time he had been touched like this, he hadn’t known who he was for years.
Yet his body doesn’t melt into a snake or rise into an elephant; Targaryen finds himself relaxing into her embrace moments before she pulls away. His heart is beating rapidly in his chest (from anxiety, excitement, and joy), and he takes a deep breath as Catryn’s dark eyes search his body.
“Catryn.” His cinnamon eyes are wide but soft, and he feels his heartbeat slowing as he relaxes into familiar company. “I’ve missed you, too.” It was hard to miss his life over the past years. He was caught between the life of the animal of the day and the exhaustion of his own body; he rarely had time to comprehend what was happening to his friends when he was trying to understand what was happening to him. But in the time since he’s mastered his magic, Targaryen has found himself missing the brindle mare.
“I’m sorry I haven’t found you sooner.” He isn’t sure how to explain his absence. Targaryen feels awkward telling Catryn that magic was gifted to him when he lost his virginity. Their relationship has been mostly innocent, but the tobiano has always known there’s something more just under the surface. He’d been flirty the last time they’d met — confident with the swagger of newfound manliness — and he doesn’t want to disappoint her with the origin of his shifting powers.
So he offers her a shy, apologetic smile and hopes she won’t ask questions about his disappearance.
Yet his body doesn’t melt into a snake or rise into an elephant; Targaryen finds himself relaxing into her embrace moments before she pulls away. His heart is beating rapidly in his chest (from anxiety, excitement, and joy), and he takes a deep breath as Catryn’s dark eyes search his body.
“Catryn.” His cinnamon eyes are wide but soft, and he feels his heartbeat slowing as he relaxes into familiar company. “I’ve missed you, too.” It was hard to miss his life over the past years. He was caught between the life of the animal of the day and the exhaustion of his own body; he rarely had time to comprehend what was happening to his friends when he was trying to understand what was happening to him. But in the time since he’s mastered his magic, Targaryen has found himself missing the brindle mare.
“I’m sorry I haven’t found you sooner.” He isn’t sure how to explain his absence. Targaryen feels awkward telling Catryn that magic was gifted to him when he lost his virginity. Their relationship has been mostly innocent, but the tobiano has always known there’s something more just under the surface. He’d been flirty the last time they’d met — confident with the swagger of newfound manliness — and he doesn’t want to disappoint her with the origin of his shifting powers.
So he offers her a shy, apologetic smile and hopes she won’t ask questions about his disappearance.
@Catryn