12-07-2017, 09:12 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
Amet decides then and there, his gold-flecked eyes failing to pull themselves away from her crimson ones as she turns them up to him again, that red is his new favorite color. He's unsure how much time passes, or if it is still even moving, before she surprises him with talk of Offspring. Eione's laughter at his exclamation coaxes his own from his narrow chest but the sound is suppressed slightly by the thought of having such a personal conversation with the former Overseer of Tephra. It's no secret that Offspring had offered Amet guidance before, but it's different when the topic of conversation is not so much political as it is personal.
"If only we could see ourselves the way the world sees us," he muses quietly, the words barely audible as his soft muzzle hovers in the gusty summertime air mere inches from Eione's. Her scent is new, intoxicating, and it continues to draw him back ─ and still, he cannot close the gap. The electricity between them could be enough to overwhelm him, had he not already decided to embrace it, and when he asks her gruffly what else she can see inside her mind, the response he receives is not the one Amet had been expecting.
He expels his breath quickly, embarrassment threatening to grasp his chest with its sticky fingers. The young stallion gets a handle on himself and lets his handsome face relax, mirroring the heated amusement that has him feeling confident and alive. Eione's demure gaze from behind the tousled tresses of her forelock brings a small groan forth from the gilded stallion and finally he finds his voice ─ "I'd rather ask for forgiveness than permission." He is done asking. He has done so. much. asking. The distance between them remains as Eione confesses further, granting him the knowledge of himself that he already knows (you are saddened by starlight, and fond of citrus) and he is stuck for a moment as he tries to figure out how to feel.
There are parts of his past, memories from the Dunes, that he has never shared; not with Tangerine, nor with Ciri. The thought of sharing these memories grips him suddenly, making him cold, but then ─
... I can see that you feel the same strong attraction that I do.
"I was expecting... well, it doesn't matter," he chuckles again, letting his negativity float away and allowing his fluttering nostrils to drink in the scent of her as the breeze gifts him with more of it. "First one to close the distance loses," the leather-plated stallion whispers into the sabino's ear, reveling in the intense electricity of her close proximity and finally (finally) giving in to his emotions enough to voice them, if only because he knows Eione can see them for herself if she really wants to.
@[Eione]