Rey
-Black cat in disguise-
Arthas is sweet. About as sweet as can be for someone of his stature and world knowledge. I feel a twinge of the old dog regret nipping at my heels when his reassuring nose brushes against my skin, (what was I doing here?) but like all those times before I kick it away with the help of my memories. Arthas is sweet because he doesn’t know me, and I intend to keep it that way for a good long while.
There’s certainly something reassuring in his kiss; something honest and perhaps hopeful. It strikes me, as we finally find ourselves stopping at the foggy banks of the pools, that the gray stallion belly-deep before me would make an excellent father and protector … and not just for myself. A pleasant, untempered nature such as his was worth returning to Loess so I answer him truthfully as my legs guide me expertly into the thermal waters beside him.
“King, not King ...” I shrug gently, easing closer so that I could tug his heavy, dark mane, “If I didn’t want to want to be here, I wouldn’t be.” I smile, enjoying the way it felt to be near him. It was obvious that his attachment was serious, and I liked him all the better for it. Where else would I go, anyways?
“Are there any other women in your life I should be worried about?” I ask him after a pause, curious to know if I’d be wrecking some other hopeful romantic in the making. Not that I’d be deterred anyways; all’s fair in love and war. “No Maria or Maura to go along with your Dacia?” I laugh softly, pressing the curve of my carnation-colored lips to his neck.
@[Arthas]