12-04-2017, 08:45 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
She wears her age well ─ Ellyse is powerful, intelligent, seasoned. Her frame may feel her age, but to the black beast she is nothing short of stunning and formidable and the darkness that lines her hazel eye (those eyes that their son inherited) is just a part of the champagne mare that he has grown to know and love, unapologetically. And when the space disappears between them, he does not feel the age in her bones but instead the softness of her coat and the warmth of her skin. His nostrils inhale to trap the scent of her and for a few unhurried minutes, they lean into each other silently.
Guilty, she finally breaks the silence and Dahmer grins at her with mirth. The black beast does not push her further, knowing that while he may be able to push her more than anyone, Ellyse's natural response is to hide behind her stoicism. And so, he lets it lie, opting to lip lightly as her mane when the champagne mare pushes her head into the crook of his muscled obsidian neck. Dahmer hums warmly, the cobwebs of his sleep still clinging to turquoise eyes as the fold into each other.
I'm all yours, Ellyse responds with amusement and he thinks to tell her that he will never grow tired of hearing her say that, but there is an odd expression on her face as she pulls away and the black beast stays quiet, waiting for her to find her words. He is not surprised when the champagne mare speaks of Warrick ─ he had not had the pleasure of getting to know the blue-winged stallion well, but Dahmer had known Offspring and Ellyse to be fond of him, and that was more than enough. "While the crown suits you, kitten, I much prefer keeping you all to myself," he jests lightly, but the response that greets him on the other end is not something he had expected.
Dahmer takes a few moments to consider her question. He remembers the pull, the sort of agitated wanderlust that sits hot in the center of one's chest. The invisible pull to find more, the pull that says he belongs elsewhere. He feels it most when he thinks of the Subway, but he feels it, too, when he thinks of the bad he'd experienced in Beqanna. Tephra has come to rival his homeland, but nothing can erase the memories of Carnage's lair or Scyla's terrified face after she'd been assaulted. And so, Tephra has become less of a home ─ but only because he has found a new one.
"Yes," he says quietly as his blue eyes connect with her hazel one, "You've explained it just fine, love. And I will follow you wherever that feeling takes you. You are my home."
Guilty, she finally breaks the silence and Dahmer grins at her with mirth. The black beast does not push her further, knowing that while he may be able to push her more than anyone, Ellyse's natural response is to hide behind her stoicism. And so, he lets it lie, opting to lip lightly as her mane when the champagne mare pushes her head into the crook of his muscled obsidian neck. Dahmer hums warmly, the cobwebs of his sleep still clinging to turquoise eyes as the fold into each other.
I'm all yours, Ellyse responds with amusement and he thinks to tell her that he will never grow tired of hearing her say that, but there is an odd expression on her face as she pulls away and the black beast stays quiet, waiting for her to find her words. He is not surprised when the champagne mare speaks of Warrick ─ he had not had the pleasure of getting to know the blue-winged stallion well, but Dahmer had known Offspring and Ellyse to be fond of him, and that was more than enough. "While the crown suits you, kitten, I much prefer keeping you all to myself," he jests lightly, but the response that greets him on the other end is not something he had expected.
Dahmer takes a few moments to consider her question. He remembers the pull, the sort of agitated wanderlust that sits hot in the center of one's chest. The invisible pull to find more, the pull that says he belongs elsewhere. He feels it most when he thinks of the Subway, but he feels it, too, when he thinks of the bad he'd experienced in Beqanna. Tephra has come to rival his homeland, but nothing can erase the memories of Carnage's lair or Scyla's terrified face after she'd been assaulted. And so, Tephra has become less of a home ─ but only because he has found a new one.
"Yes," he says quietly as his blue eyes connect with her hazel one, "You've explained it just fine, love. And I will follow you wherever that feeling takes you. You are my home."
Dahmer
@[Ellyse]