Solace
I’m not so sure about smart
The light has left his tone and a chill seems to creep into the air around them. With a tilt of her head, she watches this stallion, almost skeptically, looking for the hidden meaning in his words. He was so different from Smoak; he was no transparent like Svedka.
She almost didn't know how to read him.
Then his tender tones are washing over her, smoothing away the questions in her mind and the suspicion he awakens. He touches her, and she realizes how long she has been waiting for this moment as her breath catches in her throat.
The gravel drags below his hoves as he moves away from her, no, she will not have it. She slides close, bringing her face close to his. But the hesitation is back, tightening his stance and chilling his words.
Pushing her out, then pulling her back - she was growing tired of this dance.
"I'm not as helpless as most seem to think." Her voice is low, she doesn't believe him. Her heavy lashes fall closed over her eyes as she reaches her muzzle out to brush his cheek. What could he do to her? Whatever it was couldn't be worse than the loneliness which swallowed her every night.
"I'm tired of always having everything under control, aren't you?"
Little does she know, they are on completely different pages.
caretaker of hyaline
idk which way the muse is taking you, but permission granted for pretty much anything short of death <3
