She took his name for what it was. Different but who was she to judge. A flick of her tassels and repositioning of her hooves was all she offered as a response. The winters chill had lightened, but only slightly. Her coat did little to shield her from the whirling flakes around them.
Studying, the twitch in his brow, the tension in the cheek, as the words of her question paused in silence. A muscle did not move in her own body as she watched the conflict inside him. She almost wanted to grin in satisfaction having brought him pain. Another part of her thought to symphathize in his saddness, she was unsure anymore. They struggled for control over her. Switching places like her sanity was a game of musical chairs.
Ice
It was all that was said. All that needed to be said. Her ears tipped loosely to either side of her skull. Hardened glares and tensed muscles within her softened. Her sloped shoulder rolled forwards as a step was taken towards him. Her inked lips reached for his opposite hued flesh. Willing her to trace one of the faded pink scars riddled across his body. He knew physical pain where as she knew mental. His scars laid bare for all to know his struggle, hers hid behind a deceptive wall. Her golden eye gauged his reaction at her being in close quarters. Soft words breathed into his flesh, "I'm sorry to hear that Amun. Can I do anything to help?"
~Impulse~
I Am My Own Worse Enemy
I'm still going off winter timeline. Sry this took so long!