show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She doesn’t follow his progress; she knows that he will come. Perhaps it is the rush of hormone fueled emotions, or perhaps she is simply growing more fond of him with each day, but whatever the reason, when she sees his green form emerging from the water, a rush of relief, of welcome and gladness, threatens her heart.
She has never stood before him less than perfect, but their children on the sand before them fills her with such pride, she cannot bring herself to care about her disreputable state. So when he steps beside her, pressing against her, she welcomes his strength and warmth. Her once sweat-soaked skin has already begun to cool, the intermingled black and white hairs drying into salt-streaked curls. Her entire body has begun to ache fiercely as over-taxed muscles lose their heat. She leans into him, eyes closing briefly as she offers him a small smile. A true smile, something all too fleeting, but something very much to opposite of the false, bland smiles she so often offers.
When she opens her eyes once more, it is to find the blue and white filly struggling to find her feet.Her brother would not be far behind. When Wyrm asks about names, Heartfire pauses a moment before giving a slight shake of her head. Truth be told, she had not given much consideration to what she might name two children. She had remained in wilful ignorance, refusing the acknowledge that two youngsters could be growing inside of her, until quite recently. Until it had become quite impossible to deny. Perhaps short-sighted on her part, but even she has her faults.
Her gaze, as vibrantly blue as it has ever been, turns to consider Wyrm as a grin threatens to curve her lips. ”Since I am certain this… abundance of children is as much your fault as it is mine, you can have the pleasure of naming one.”
She turns back, considering the twins for a long moment. The elder has finally made it to her feet and is taking slow, wobbling steps towards her mother. Reaching out almost instinctively, Heartfire helps guide her to her side before saying ”This one should be named Rapture, don’t you think?”
She turns back to offer Wyrm a single, quirked brow, a hint of humor in her gaze.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts