11-03-2017, 11:14 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
His smile is gone as quickly as it had appeared, dashed by the look of defeat on his starry-eyed girl's face... by the new ravaged skin, red and angry. His stomach curdles and his limbs are instantly numb, but somehow he is still able to make it to her side, to inspect the new wound across her beautiful face, to dote and panic. "What ─" his voice catches as his throat tightens around the words and his amber eyes redden with angry tears. "Was it... was it the Underneath?" he is able to spit out just as she calls him akmar.
We must talk.
Amet's chest is cold. He's unprepared. Who had done this? What will she tell him? His ears are against his gilded skull and yet all he wants to do is touch her, to dote on her wounds. To stamp out whatever horse or creature dared harm her.
"Talk? Ciri, I ─" his amber eyes are wide, showing the whites surrounding his pupils and revealing his youth, his inexperience, with handling these situations. His mind flashes to Iset, to the damage He had done in their youth, and suddenly Amet's rage is overpowering his fear. His muscles grow swiftly taut and his blunt teeth clench as his muzzle roves the smoky black mare in search of more injuries, "Before we talk, I am killing whoever did this, whoever thought they could..." His nostrils are flaring wildly and the leather-plated stallion is searching for his words, wanting to blurt out every thought that comes to his mind and not knowing, never knowing, which ones are the right ones to say.
"I love you, akmar. Ciri. With all my of heart. And this will never happen to you again." His touch is frantic, every sense on edge as he tries to cope with this roiling, powerful anger, and then... his flaring nostrils betray her.
He freezes. For a beat. For two.
When he finds his words, they are hard and cold and spat through clenched teeth.
"Did Castile do this to you?"
Amet
@[Ciri]