12-29-2017, 07:12 PM
let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
Ceara would have been a fool if she has never heard the name Tangerine. It was no secret that Warrick thought of another. That he had loved another. She is not blind - and yet, she finds that she does not care. She loves him, even if he cannot return it.
Even if he does not want to.
She loves him as much as she loves her beloved Volcano, and hides within the embrace - within the shadow - of each. They are strong. Pillars of strength and honor in her eyes, and Ceara struggles to keep her emotions from her face as she listens to him speak. He speaks of their home, and the undivided attention that Tephra apparently needs. She snorts, her eyes unwavering - unyeilding.
"And this is a burden you intend to carry alone? You are one man, Warrick." Ceara's voice is breathy, passionate. "A great man, but one man none the less." She cannot help herself. The black sunset mare draws near him, placing her lips on the point of his shoulder, kissing him, seeking his heat and strength. Anything that would prove his words false. "Offspring had Tantalize and Reagan. Ellyse had Dahmer. Who does Warrick have?"
Her words are muffled as she draws to him, breast to breast, letting him feel the warmth of her body, the beat of her heart. With her eyes, she looks up at the Volcano, the might of Tephra. She felt herself slipping away, hoping, begging that she would wake up from this. That the memories of their swim would have been enough to sate her. To play to her dreams, and give her the fantasies she has thought of ever since she was a girl. However, it was not.
Now she finds that she wants more than the fairy tale. She wants him.
And now she is just barely gripping onto the reality that she may never have him.
If she could have heard what he begged her in his head, she would have immediately have bursted into tears. I could never hate you. Never, in any lifetime.
ceara
offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation