Reagan
I want you to know that I'm all yours; you and me, we're the same force.
Reagan feels the thudding of his heart in her ears as she tries to drink him in. He is a sight for sore eyes, and she finds herself relaxing into him, as the images of her past fall away and she forces herself to quiet her mind. They had both been bruised. They had both been crucified.
They were both imperfect sinners, with power trapped between their ears, and they had both lost greatly for it.
But for the moment at least, they had found a semblance of peace, marking a life for themselves out of the burning ashes of their sins.
Even sinners can move on and be happy.
Offspring gingerly reaches down into her tangled tresses, plucking a leaf that had long been lost in the mess of her hair, and immediately she finds that she is embarrassed. The state of her—what must she look like to him? Grey and dumpy, messy and with tired eyes. Eyes that have cried, and were probably puffy and tired from lack of sleep. Here in the solace of her forest, she was merely Reagan—she was as she was, and did not care much for her appearance to others. She was only what she wanted them to see and nothing more. The emotion of seeing Offspring again—she had forgotten herself. She backs up out of his embrace, suddenly self-conscious, and the moment is, for a time, broken.
Her sad eyes look at him and she attempts to twist her mouth into a smile—awkward as it may be—and tries to calm the rhythmic pounding of her heart.
Reagan says nothing, but drags a heavy sigh out of her chest—one of great happiness, and great relief.
He may have nothing to give her but himself—but that is all she needs. She has been tossed hither and yon—and all she wants is an anchor to chain her to the world… a lee from the storm of her own turbulence.
She silently wonders to herself, staring at his burning brilliance, if he has any idea how beautiful to her he is. What she could have to give to him… of what use could she be, and if she could dare stand in the place of one whom had left such a wide hole. If it was even possible.
A breeze picks up, carrying her thoughts away with them. There was no need to worry about forever.
One day at a time. That was what she had promised.
And to that she’d hold.
She looks at him, tilting her head just so, flicking her tail. Her heart remained in her eyes, and she lifts her hoof as if to rush back into his embrace. Instead, she sighs again, letting the long tangled tresses fall in front of her face. Taking one purposeful shaking step forward, a gravely whisper entices his ears, playing like a ragged tune as she speaks to him out loud.
"I have missed you. So, so much."