I Came in Like a Wrecking Ball... [Amet]

[Amet]

if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

Molotov is exciting, the way she pulls his attention and distracts him from his worry. It's a different kind of escape from the kind that his time with Tang affords him, but it still blossoms warm in Amet's narrow chest. She giggles and the Akhal-Teke turns his amber gaze on Molotov as they continue to roam, deep in the trees of Hyaline. I saw that, the fiery mare whispered into the dark corners of his mind. He nearly jumps, willing his memories back into darkness.

"That's not fair," he quips easily, though he can't shake the uneasy feeling that nearly always follows after thoughts of Him.

The dragon king hums to himself as a distraction but laughter soon finds Amet again as Molotov flashes him a sweet, rebellious grin. "Of course I didn't expect anything less from you, my spitfire," his frame glistening as they break from the main treeline and closer to the breathtaking lake. His wisteria stands alone, stuck between the large water basin and the colorful forest with a few yards to spare on each side.

Molotov's voice plays in his head again, curious and sensual enough to quicken the young stallion's heartbeat. Amet gives an indifferent shrug and pushes his memory of his night with Tang beneath the lavender boughs down, down, down...

"I watch the lake," he offers in a moment of genuine innocence, "I don't ever want to lose it." He thinks of his two younger siblings and the home he has given them. A frown befalls the dragon-scaled king as he breaks beneath the wisteria boughs and into its cocoon. Circling tightly around the fire-kissed mare, the golden stallion nickers quietly. "Where is your favorite place to be?"

Amet