• Logout
  • Beqanna

    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi
    #3
    Who cares if hell awaits?
    We're having drinks at heaven's gate.

    The warmth of his skin against her own is something like a comfort blanket. Against his skin, she is pressing her face and inhaling his scent, the velvet lips nipping at his tangled mane and giving it a little ruffle. She presses her thin form against his fully. "I have missed you Nevi." Her voice muffled as she rubs her cheek against the thickness of his neck, lips tugging at the skin playfully. Where a small gangling colt once stood was now that of a stallion. Maribel can not help but giggle as his skin prickled against her and she could not seem to bear pulling herself from his side. "I am much better now that I've seen you." The honey dipped form unsticks herself enough to look to the silvery dark features of the young male, her eyes glinting with happiness and her heart practically bursting with excitement.

    "It seems like everyone is so busy or just...gone." The dip in her voice towards the end of the sentence give way to her concern. It had been nipping at her lately that the tundra was quiet and Mari saw her siblings less and less. Thank goodness Nevi was still here. The slight frown that touched her lips is quickly banished when she sees him looking at her. "At least we have each other." A small, hopeful smile curls her the very edges of her lips as she looks to Nevi but there was a heaviness in her breast. It had been sometime since Maribel had seen Isle or Australis or Lee or even little Argo. Her body shivers impulsively at the thought of being left alone.

    Being alone flooded thoughts of the Den from when she was a child. Mari would never ever ever live like that again.

    Alone.
    Quiet.
    Vulnerable.

    A rush of breath on her next inhale scatters the memories like dry autumn leaves and the exhale rids them from her mind. She needed to not think of such things when she was with Nevi. He would never abandon her.















    M A R I B E  L


    Messages In This Thread
    silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi - by Maribel - 06-18-2016, 08:40 AM
    RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi - by Maribel - 07-12-2016, 06:32 PM



    Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)