04-21-2018, 09:16 PM
She’d seen it come about - -
Never questioned the depth of his devotion to their brood of foals or their own passionately made get. But he slunk away to stare at himself in tide-pools and puddles. She knew then that he was looking for outward signs of the curse that festered in him like a sickness.
At first it took only seconds to glance and see that nothing had changed - he hadn’t changed. Seconds became minutes. Then minutes became hours. With those hours came a fresh attitude of snapping at their children and other residents until there was only his reflection and him. Until she cane along and broke the spell looking at himself held over him. But Femur noticed it was becoming harder and harder to pull him back to even her side.
She hasn’t given up though. Won’t - because he is her beloved, her everything. Besides the children of course but he had been there long before them and she had always hoped against hope that he’d be there long after the children were grown and gone off on their own adventures. It seemed like she was racing against not only the curse but time itself to delay the terrible inevitable.
She knows she ought to feel defeat because what happens will happen despite her invention or even because of it. Femur fights; not usually a fighter but she fights for him against the curse and all those hours stolen from them so far. For now her love and all that it encompasses from passionate touches to hard love-bites is enough to stem the curse’s tide. But she is left with questions -
When?
How much longer do we have with him?
How much longer do I have with him?
The green of his eyes have always been stunning - still are stunning! His eyes are twin forests that swallow her whole surrounded by the iridescent sea of his face. Stars he was beautiful! If anything could break her heart then looking at him in those moments of profound love did just that - broke and pieced her heart right back together all in a matter of instants. How could she ever stop looking at him? She could but looks dissolved into touches; into the press of her flesh to his like she did just now.
“My place as a mother is to coddle him as much as I can before he leaves us.” She gave him that dashing fanged smile he loved so much beneath eyes blacker than black with unspoken desire. “Besides, I can only coddle him for so long. It is your approval and love that he’ll seek for the rest of his life. Sons know they are the apples of their mothers’ eyes but they’ll forever search for validation from their fathers and the need to exceed their expectations.”
Femur knows that Claw is hard on Bane for a reason - he is their first bloodborn and a son at that. Bane has mighty big hoof prints to fill and Femur has no doubt in her mind that their son will be anything but successful in that. She believed him destined for greatness just like she believed all their children were.
Claw is hers now though.
The desire deepens into a hot bloom that spreads beneath her skin as he begins to rub the tension loose from her neck. “Practice makes perfect.” she mouths back coyly. There is hardly any time to engage further in her favorite game of getting each other worked up as he turns way too somber too fast.
“It’s because he’s too much like you when you were that age I’d imagine.” Femur shifts to stare more directly at him the moment the massage ends. Her ears pin back at the mention of extracting a promise from her. She grits her teeth, not liking where this conversation is going even as she forces herself to nod in acceptance. Surely it has to do with the curse. She could think of nothing else as a pitiful and all-consuming look of love found her face.
“Yes, my love.”
The minute those words left her mouth was the same minute she swore she could feel the universe tighten its precarious hold on the pair of them, drawing that noose just a tad bit tighter. There’s not enough time! Came the fleeting thought as she stared back at him grimly.
@[Longclaw]