12-12-2017, 04:38 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
The orange and red dusk has folded neatly into an inky night, the beauty of it unnoticed by Amet, whose amber gaze has not moved from the breathtaking Eione since it first rested upon her sipping from the crystalline lake. The celestial sky paints a bright sheen against the darkness of her back and reflects in the depths of her red eyes and Amet sighs audibly at the immensity of her beauty. Never has he ever been more enthralled ─ more enraptured ─ by another living creature. His attraction to her, this daughter of Offspring (so overwhelmingly unexpected) is rivaled only by the initial pull he had felt upon seeing Hyaline for the first time back when he was a young, scared colt with too many worries on his plate.
His muzzle lingers in the wisteria infused air, mere inches from Eione's, and her murmur pulls a gruff laugh from him again. "I feel as if I have always known you," he confesses in response to what he thinks is her apprehension, his gold-flecked eyes watching her crimson ones with a mixture of curiosity and hope. With you, Eione echoes him, and those two simple words bring a new warmth to his belly ─ not one fueled by primal urges (though he, undoubtedly and unashamedly, does feel those for her, too) but by a warmth that brings him complete, unquestionable happiness.
The coyness returns to Eione's black and white face, those scarlet eyes peaking from beneath the tangles of her forelock at him and Amet's heart skips a beat. She circles him again and he expects only to feel the heat of her breath across his golden scales but, instead ─ a shaky breath escapes the Akhal-Teke as her warm muzzle connects with the interlocking scales of his hide, a gentle kiss pressed upon his barrel only to move further back. Amet's amber eyes flutter closed to revel in her touch and he finds himself breathless as she travels to the ridge of his hip, overtaken by another wave of intense desire for her ─
(this time more heated, more frenzied ─ still, he is not ashamed of these desires despite knowing that she could see through him so easily should she choose)
Eione's muzzle lays gently against the slope of his back, her mischievous tone drawing his ear back towards her, securing his undivided attention. Amet peers over his shoulder, gold-flecked eyes connecting with the red, welcoming gemstones of hers and the dragon stallion's chest rumbles with a quiet mmmmm at her comments.
He debates on what he should show her, on how he can properly convey the importance of Hyaline and the way that each and every inch of it is home to him.
Hyaline is a sanctuary because of the way it makes him feel ─ not because of one landmark or another.
"What I want to show you cannot be seen out here," he pauses to motion across the crystalline lake, to the treeline in the distance and the mountain peaks beyond that, "it's in my head." The confession is tentative, but he is sure that it's what he wants to do. And the only way to properly explain what Hyaline means to him is for her to see all that he has endured within its boundaries. And how fitting, really, that this red-eyed temptress that has already given his heart arrhythmia can delve into the depths of his mind to experience all that he has.
"But perhaps we can find a private place before I let you pick through my brain," he says gruffly, his skin growing heated again as she presses a kiss to the curve of his thigh. It pools in his loins and shows in the swirling gold of his eyes as they connect with hers and Amet tries to rein back the desire that Eione has coaxed from him with deft kisses but there is no way to hide the longing in his gaze or the tightness of his muscles beneath a golden hide. "Do you trust me?" he whispers his inquiry (as if this isn't the first time they've met, as if he has given her any reason to truly trust him other than the thoughts of his she has already seen and the feelings of his that she has already experienced) as he turns his narrow frame from her, unhappy to break the physical contact but all the more driven to show her how he feels as he turns in the direction of the trees, where they will venture towards one of Hyaline's smaller peaks, through brush and thicket until they reach a small and private plateau that overlooks the heart of his home.
@[Eione]