It had been so easy to love him. Still was so easy to love him. Even as he barked at their firstborn and made her gnash her teeth together in consternation. He was still so easy to love from ear-tip to hoof.
@[Longclaw] <3 sorry for the wait!
Every luscious blue inch of him was dedicated to her in worship and love as much as every coin-bright and bone inch of her was to him. Femur knee deep inside herself that no matter what he asked of her or made her promise to do, she’d do it. That much was owed to him just for being a fantastic father to their little troupe of foals and just for the sheer fact that she loved him.
There was no other love like theirs. Conquering and consuming. Bright and hot as a comet’s tail streaming across the night sky. They were cosmic and Femur felt the slam of galactic desire and the pull of planetary want deep inside her whenever she looked at him. That’s all it ever took- just one look and she was done for.
She can see his gaze sharpen with renewed focus as he comes back to her momentarily. “Yes he is.” she echoes with motherly sentiment as their son moves off to pursue his own agendas. It was sometimes hard watching them grow up and gain that independence from their parents but she always felt a hot rush of pride at seeing them go.
“Are,” she corrects him swiftly with her signature black glare. Femur can never be so bold and brash in front of him for very long. He softens her - feminizes her to the point of lovesick lust as she plants herself more closely at his side so that parts of them can brush and touch in unapologetic ways as her usual passions takes a backseat to the seriousness in his face and tone. Whatever it is that he has to say will be a threat to the peace they’ve known for so long.
How can she prepare herself for it?
By standing next to him as straight and tall as she can (which isn’t very tall at all compared to him), looking as imperious as only the daughter of a fallen king and his chosen consort can look. But Femur is Femur and she cannot help how her fanged mouth plays at his neck even as he begs - not in the commonest of ways - a promise from her.
“It all sounds so terribly final.”
Femur sighs; somehow she’d always known it would come to this - promises and an end to the tangled web of peace and passion they’ve had. Her lips find his ear for a quick nibble - she can never be just content to answer him without a nip or a nuzzle. “But I promise.” She swears it solemnly.@[Longclaw] <3 sorry for the wait!