[open] it's just my soul responding - anyone

[magnus]

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

The field is beautiful when it is like this, emptied of bodies, quiet.

It is eerie, in its way, but also beautiful, and Magnus finds himself breathing in the fragrant scent of flowers along with the scent of earth and the haunted scent of horses here and now gone. He does not mind it though, the way that the shelled out land is full of ghosts. It is calming and grounding.

It brings a strange and rare peace to him, leaving him quiet as he walks through the field, the grass tickling the underside of his belly. When he sees the mare, fiery red in the midst of all of the green and tan, it doesn’t cause any change in feeling. Instead, it causes a smile to warm the edges of his sooty lips, his gold-flecked eyes studying the lines that draw her up before altering his path in her direction.

When he is near, but far enough away to remain respectful, he stops.

For a moment he is quiet, reluctant to break this beautiful silence that swells around them, but it would be worse to simply stare and so he finally does. “Hello,” his voice is thick, husky from years of use, his throat rumbling with just the few syllables. He inclines his heavy head in greeting before bringing his gaze up again to find her own, lips curving in the one corner. “My name is Magnus.”

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine