I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
but you don't really care for music do you?
Once, he’d chased butterflies across the kingdom, his lovely Cammie frolicking behind. They’d lolled the hours away under the Mother Tree or on the neighboring beach. They had been children then, blissfully unaware of the atrocities that the world had to offer. As they had grown, so had the love between them. Playful kisses grew into embraces, the embraces blossoming into the creation of a son. He had loved her unconditionally and fully. No one else had ever captured his imagination the way she had. She had been the moon and the stars, and when she had left his world had come crashing down. Thankfully, he’d had his kingdom, and had thrown himself completely into making it something great. But she was always there lingering in the back of his mind. Occasionally, he’d catch a whiff of honeysuckle, and he would look into the forest hopefully, but it was never more than just the honeysuckle itself.
Today was different though. He was grazing absent mindedly when the winds shifted. First the honeysuckle and then something else, something sweeter perhaps, flooded his senses. The gray king raised his head sharply, his nostrils quivering as he took in the sweet breeze. There was no doubt- he would remember her scent anywhere. Hers was the only mane he’d ever buried himself in, the only skin he had ever learned every inch of. Tossing his head he leapt forward and galloped to the border, weaving and ducking around the trees in the forest. Finally he spotted her, and his heart responded by trying to leap from his chest. There was no pause to take in her form, no awkward stare. He closed the gap between them as quickly as possible, and soon his mouth was working along her jaw line, then to her crest and down her mane. He felt like a drunk who had been abstaining, only to happen upon a bottle of wine. Though he hadn’t realized it, he had been starving for her. “Camelia.” he murmured, not removing his mouth from her neck. He was afraid that by doing so, he would lose her again. For now, her name was his salvation. “I’ve missed you, God I’ve missed you. You have no idea…” His voice trailed off, but words weren’t important right now. She was the most important, her being here, back in their home.
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