07-12-2017, 08:50 AM
She has come to him, just like she did last winter, to spend the warm few months in Tephra and to lie beneath its warm sky and sun, to bask in the salty spray of the sea and to listen to the waves as they pound against the darkened shoreline, to hear the ever constant rumble of the volcano as it settles down deeper into the earth.
His concern doesn’t melt away, not yet, until the velvetiness of her lips purposely press against him, a reassuring and certain gesture that allows him to exhale slowly, his warm breath sweet against her creamy skin. He won’t press her, he won’t push her, and thus allows her to hush him, her gentle eyes sparkling with excitement as her mind shifts to something else, something of extreme importance. His eyes become illuminated as she whispers of spring, the warmer months so close yet so far away. But the stallion cannot help but draw away from her momentarily as she mentions twins. He lifts his muzzle from the golden patterns on her neck, inquisitively watching her to visually see her confidence in the way that she had spoke.
Twins?
Warrick swallows hard, a feeling welling up inside him that had long since been repressed. The delight in his eyes does not fade, but there is a hint of sadness in the blue irises as the edges of his face soften, his smile not as bright as it had been before. Beyah, he thinks to himself, his mind reflecting on his own twin that had been his lifeline for so many years.
Not wanting to worry her, he reaches forward again to fill the space that he had involuntarily created, pressing her warmth against him. “Twins,” he murmurs a bit breathlessly into her slender neck. Should he even be that surprised? Twins were obviously a family genetic that has been passed down, but the idea of watching two foals grow up as he and his own twin had, leaves him with a mixed feeling of excitement and hesitancy – no longer were the stars the only reminder of what he had lost, but now his own children would bring him those memories. “I am a twin,” he says quietly, sure that Tang already knows this but wanting to explain his sudden quiet stance and thoughtfulness.
Was? Should he say was a twin? He doesn’t correct himself, but methodically flutters his cobalt lips across the patterns of her skin like he always did, a thoughtful yet endearing expression on the auburn of his face. He closes his eyes, letting his lids flutter as he inhales deeply, her scent mingled with the smells of her travel filling him, reminding him of the light that she brings him and that he clings to so desperately.
He takes a step or two back to brush his muzzle away from her neck, pulling the one outstretched wing towards his side, his mouth lingering softly on the soft swell of her belly that begins behind her shoulder, a gentle smile pressing into her. “Twins,” he says again, more confident now and with a gusto that had been absent a moment before. “I do hope you’re right,” he says with finality, pressing his lips in a swift kiss on her before stepping forward and standing shoulder to shoulder with her again, allowing himself to take her head beneath his chin.
His concern doesn’t melt away, not yet, until the velvetiness of her lips purposely press against him, a reassuring and certain gesture that allows him to exhale slowly, his warm breath sweet against her creamy skin. He won’t press her, he won’t push her, and thus allows her to hush him, her gentle eyes sparkling with excitement as her mind shifts to something else, something of extreme importance. His eyes become illuminated as she whispers of spring, the warmer months so close yet so far away. But the stallion cannot help but draw away from her momentarily as she mentions twins. He lifts his muzzle from the golden patterns on her neck, inquisitively watching her to visually see her confidence in the way that she had spoke.
Twins?
Warrick swallows hard, a feeling welling up inside him that had long since been repressed. The delight in his eyes does not fade, but there is a hint of sadness in the blue irises as the edges of his face soften, his smile not as bright as it had been before. Beyah, he thinks to himself, his mind reflecting on his own twin that had been his lifeline for so many years.
Not wanting to worry her, he reaches forward again to fill the space that he had involuntarily created, pressing her warmth against him. “Twins,” he murmurs a bit breathlessly into her slender neck. Should he even be that surprised? Twins were obviously a family genetic that has been passed down, but the idea of watching two foals grow up as he and his own twin had, leaves him with a mixed feeling of excitement and hesitancy – no longer were the stars the only reminder of what he had lost, but now his own children would bring him those memories. “I am a twin,” he says quietly, sure that Tang already knows this but wanting to explain his sudden quiet stance and thoughtfulness.
Was? Should he say was a twin? He doesn’t correct himself, but methodically flutters his cobalt lips across the patterns of her skin like he always did, a thoughtful yet endearing expression on the auburn of his face. He closes his eyes, letting his lids flutter as he inhales deeply, her scent mingled with the smells of her travel filling him, reminding him of the light that she brings him and that he clings to so desperately.
He takes a step or two back to brush his muzzle away from her neck, pulling the one outstretched wing towards his side, his mouth lingering softly on the soft swell of her belly that begins behind her shoulder, a gentle smile pressing into her. “Twins,” he says again, more confident now and with a gusto that had been absent a moment before. “I do hope you’re right,” he says with finality, pressing his lips in a swift kiss on her before stepping forward and standing shoulder to shoulder with her again, allowing himself to take her head beneath his chin.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Tangerine]