08-02-2016, 03:06 PM
ROMEK
Her gentle words, warm breath, soft skin – it’s all intoxicating to him, and all of a sudden he feels very, very dizzy – like he is standing at the top of a very tall cliff, toes hanging over the edge. He reassures himself – you’re imagining it. And she’s probably just being friendly, anyway. She seems too innocent, too sweet for Romek to think that she is purposefully tricking him… so it must just be her friendly nature. She is far, far too warm for the Tundra, he thinks, looking at those summer-sky blue eyes. She’s a slice of the sun, and he is freezing and craving her warmth.
She draws him into a hug and at first he is stiff, but he relaxes into it soon enough. It just felt… right. Like they fit together.
Is this what it felt like to be home?
It was weird. Bizarre, actually. He couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d been hugged like this – or if it had ever happened before. His heart beats very fast now, and he wonders whether the golden mare will be able to hear it. He worries he may be sweating onto her (she is so very warm). But mostly… it just felt nice. He shut his eyes for a moment, breathed in her scent, felt her soft hair against his nose.
And it’s over all too soon and Romek is left, somewhat breathless. He wishes he could thank her, or something, for her kindness, but the words are not forthcoming.
She says she wishes she could have seen the Deserts, and he smiles wistfully, nods. He wishes that she could’ve experienced it, too. It was a place like no other.
”I can’t show it to you, but I can give you its sound.” he says, pulling together every mote of power he has, to produce, from his mouth, the symphony of the Deserts – the wind (the loudest part) snaking through trees, bushes, over dunes – the quiet sweep of falling sand, and then, in the background, birds calling faintly, even insects. If she strains she will be able to hear the trickle of a distant oasis, or hear the chatter of a couple of the horses there.
He eventually falls silent, studying her expression, hoping that she is pleased with what he can offer her.
”It’s beautiful,” he says gently, reaching out to touch her nose, although he’s not so sure he’s talking about the Deserts anymore.
And, with that realisation, if a horse could blush, he would’ve. He clears his throat, takes his nose back and nods. ”I, er, should go. I’ll see you soon. Thank you for everything.” and flashes her a final smile.
She draws him into a hug and at first he is stiff, but he relaxes into it soon enough. It just felt… right. Like they fit together.
Is this what it felt like to be home?
It was weird. Bizarre, actually. He couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d been hugged like this – or if it had ever happened before. His heart beats very fast now, and he wonders whether the golden mare will be able to hear it. He worries he may be sweating onto her (she is so very warm). But mostly… it just felt nice. He shut his eyes for a moment, breathed in her scent, felt her soft hair against his nose.
And it’s over all too soon and Romek is left, somewhat breathless. He wishes he could thank her, or something, for her kindness, but the words are not forthcoming.
She says she wishes she could have seen the Deserts, and he smiles wistfully, nods. He wishes that she could’ve experienced it, too. It was a place like no other.
”I can’t show it to you, but I can give you its sound.” he says, pulling together every mote of power he has, to produce, from his mouth, the symphony of the Deserts – the wind (the loudest part) snaking through trees, bushes, over dunes – the quiet sweep of falling sand, and then, in the background, birds calling faintly, even insects. If she strains she will be able to hear the trickle of a distant oasis, or hear the chatter of a couple of the horses there.
He eventually falls silent, studying her expression, hoping that she is pleased with what he can offer her.
”It’s beautiful,” he says gently, reaching out to touch her nose, although he’s not so sure he’s talking about the Deserts anymore.
And, with that realisation, if a horse could blush, he would’ve. He clears his throat, takes his nose back and nods. ”I, er, should go. I’ll see you soon. Thank you for everything.” and flashes her a final smile.
fuck all your dreams, they’re not all they seem
<3 <3