Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
They both craved for normalcy, for the love that seems to forever elude them, the need to be held and cared for. All those things that had never been given easily to them, if at all, from the past. Their hearts throbbed and fluttered for those that they were uncertain for, that held a key that may unlock their greatest happiness or their ultimate ruin. Her face presses lightly to her shoulder and it feels natural to bow his own neck as his muzzle tucks gently over her ears. A calming and reassuring gesture. A kernel of truth embedded in their hearts that they both turn a blind eye to.
She is so raw, so forthcoming with her honesty. There doesn’t seem to be any coy games to play, she is blisteringly real with her thoughts and feelings. ”I don’t think you’re naive.” He gently contradicts, his muzzle bumping against her neck gently as her heat begins to overwhelm the bear again. ”There are some things we are never meant to understand even if we ask the right questions.” He finally answers, thoughtful as he reflects on his own words.
When he finishes his story to her, from beginning to end, he suddenly feels empty. Tired. A heavy dark thing that he has carried in the very core of his being suddenly released into the world. There’s no sense of relief, only an emptiness. A stretching expanding void. He doesn’t realize when she moves, only feeling the teeth that massage at the tension in his back. Slowly he comes back to life, uncoiling tense muscles that he didn’t realize were tight to begin with. There is a strange pang of guilt, her touch bringing back memories of touching Ellyse, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, his sunken self gives into her soothing massage. The one eye closing slightly as a hip cocks to the side.
A shiver of pleasure shudders through his body as her lips trace the length of his body, coming to rest on the burnt brand of his flank. Lashes flutter as her lips press a soft kiss to the blistered flesh and he stiffens once more, but not due to pain or heavy memories. His name is soft as rain falling from her tongue and there is something fluttering deep within him. A craving for her fire, slightly different then before.
She is beautiful, enticing. They are open and raw wounds to each other, each seeking to find a balm that makes the pain stop. He turns slightly, his neck extended as his lips lightly brush against the strong curve of her jaw. Retreating as he realizes, acknowledges, the turbulent storm brewing between them. Ellyse is too heavy, too impactful in his mind for him to continue. He knows that the connection between them is real but his love for the champagne mare contains his heart entirely.
Even if he had every right to do so, it would not be fair to the medicine hat woman before him. Not after everything she had shared. A loaded sigh falls from his lips, looking at Spark with heaviness in his gaze. ”What are two fools like us to do?”
Ledger
@[Spear + Spark] Also I have a feeling we will need to start a new thread after this quest haha