06-29-2018, 02:26 PM
Leilan
Your beauty is beyond compare -
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
She doesn't flinch, like some would have. She doesn't mind that he's so close, but hey, she'd practically invited him to do just that, so even if she hadn't liked it, she would be too late now. Whatever it is that made him stand out to her, he knows that he would follow her anywhere, - to be fairer, at least this afternoon.
She thinks she knows the answer to his question - and he thinks it's almost exactly true. She changes colour once again, probably just because she can - crimson and ink this time. He likes the way she changes - there's a small moment of concentration on her face, when she is thinking of what she wants to be, and any vibrant colour she can think of is displayed. He takes her scent deeply when she pushes her nose into his neck and chest; only then does he answer. Soft and low, as if his voice would betray him otherwise (it definitely would, but it probably already does). "Quieter seems like a very good idea to me." he agrees, almost mindlessly caressing the skin of her neck, just at the base of her mane, where they fall to the other side.
He'd go anywhere with her, right now. Or nowhere, and he wouldn't even care if it's the middle of the meadow.
She thinks she knows the answer to his question - and he thinks it's almost exactly true. She changes colour once again, probably just because she can - crimson and ink this time. He likes the way she changes - there's a small moment of concentration on her face, when she is thinking of what she wants to be, and any vibrant colour she can think of is displayed. He takes her scent deeply when she pushes her nose into his neck and chest; only then does he answer. Soft and low, as if his voice would betray him otherwise (it definitely would, but it probably already does). "Quieter seems like a very good idea to me." he agrees, almost mindlessly caressing the skin of her neck, just at the base of her mane, where they fall to the other side.
He'd go anywhere with her, right now. Or nowhere, and he wouldn't even care if it's the middle of the meadow.
there's something here that doesn't make sense
let's go and poke it with a stick
let's go and poke it with a stick
@[Rey]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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