09-12-2016, 06:10 PM
She still cannot shake the strange feeling of him going all elastic on he.
Riva hadn’t known he could do that, even if it had saved both their lives.
Her eyes close as he says all the things that a mare could ever want to hear, but Riva is not that kind of a mare even if a tiny part of her is glad that he means them and they are meant only for her. Riva’s fickle heart holds fast to the way he nuzzles her skin, checks her over for injury. Granted, he’s fussing like a mother-mare over a foal that strayed too far from her side, but she allows him his moment to fuss and look her over. “Phaedrus, I’m fine but your wings…” her laughing voice trails off, dies into a momentous silence as shock hits him then dims, and she is a little afraid of the way he starts to talk afterwards.
“No - no, this is not what death looks like.” she assures him, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. Riva has seen death, has caused it even and this - this is not death, merely loss, something wholly different from death. She supposes that for him though, it is a loss as much as it is a death too - the death of his ability to fly and she sympathizes as best as she can. Riva never had anything to lose, except him (excluding Lagertha, Lexa, and Lauchlan that is).
Her eyes are sad as they come back to him, but there is the ghost of a grin on her lips. Even stricken as he is, he still makes his jokes and does his best to cheer her up when it ought to be the other way around. She cannot help the hiccup in her heart at the thought of that - he cared more for her than he did his wings, his elasticity, and Riva is secretly glad of that. Riva found herself leaning more into his side, his nuzzles, his overall attentive care that she might otherwise have begged off from however she could but right now, he was the only thing she knew and she wasn’t about to leave him behind for anything.
“You still have your humor and your touch,” she teases him; reaching out to nip at his straying muzzle though she would never wholeheartedly discourage him from stroking it down her skin, it felt entirely too good to be loved by someone. Ew, Riva just thought of love!
Riva hadn’t known he could do that, even if it had saved both their lives.
Her eyes close as he says all the things that a mare could ever want to hear, but Riva is not that kind of a mare even if a tiny part of her is glad that he means them and they are meant only for her. Riva’s fickle heart holds fast to the way he nuzzles her skin, checks her over for injury. Granted, he’s fussing like a mother-mare over a foal that strayed too far from her side, but she allows him his moment to fuss and look her over. “Phaedrus, I’m fine but your wings…” her laughing voice trails off, dies into a momentous silence as shock hits him then dims, and she is a little afraid of the way he starts to talk afterwards.
“No - no, this is not what death looks like.” she assures him, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. Riva has seen death, has caused it even and this - this is not death, merely loss, something wholly different from death. She supposes that for him though, it is a loss as much as it is a death too - the death of his ability to fly and she sympathizes as best as she can. Riva never had anything to lose, except him (excluding Lagertha, Lexa, and Lauchlan that is).
Her eyes are sad as they come back to him, but there is the ghost of a grin on her lips. Even stricken as he is, he still makes his jokes and does his best to cheer her up when it ought to be the other way around. She cannot help the hiccup in her heart at the thought of that - he cared more for her than he did his wings, his elasticity, and Riva is secretly glad of that. Riva found herself leaning more into his side, his nuzzles, his overall attentive care that she might otherwise have begged off from however she could but right now, he was the only thing she knew and she wasn’t about to leave him behind for anything.
“You still have your humor and your touch,” she teases him; reaching out to nip at his straying muzzle though she would never wholeheartedly discourage him from stroking it down her skin, it felt entirely too good to be loved by someone. Ew, Riva just thought of love!