but you’d never get hit without earning it
and i only hit you first ‘cuz i deserved my own hit too
still it comes the time to call you out
since i’m the one that you should be about
Litotes wakes to the sounds of summer birds, chirping and cheery and ever so ignorant to the plague as it spreads. He yawns and blinks the fog from his eyes, quickly realizing Kensa is not beside him. Sleeping alone is no stranger to him, and there are plenty of nights they spend apart, but he is particularly sorrowful that they do not wake up together this morning. He stretches his neck, huffing irritably but still in a good mood - the plague is not so present in his body today. His legs elongate gracefully below him, the mid-morning sun gleaming off of what is left of his cremello sheen.
No matter about Kensa - there is always much to be done in Hyaline. He will distract himself that way (though her warm and sugary presence would be so lovely on such a nice morning as this).
Lie eats for the morning before setting out. The grass is green and supple, the stream clear and refreshing. He stares out over their ledge, watching the golden glow as it glints off the lake before trotting down the mountain. A few coughs here and there are the only signs of sickness as he trots down the mountainside. The shale crunches beneath his hooves but he does not mind the sound; in fact, it invigorates him - the little things, they exist to be noticed when most needed, when one needs to be grounded. Hyaline has become routine, but not today. Each memory plays out behind his eyes - the lake, the plums, Solace and Kagerus, the dash to safety from here to Silver Cove.
Home. This is home. What could make it even more so?
The lake’s clear blue brilliance is just within sight when Lie hears Kensa’s flirtatious call. He stops, turning his head in the direction of the sound, confused by the foreign cadence. Something stirs inside the General that he has never quite felt before - something instinctive and pleasurable: a stirring in the pit of his stomach, one of comfort and need (so natural).
He already struggles with denying Kensa whatever she wants, but now he is completely within her control.
The chocolate of his counterpart’s head nearly blends into the trees, but he manages to spot her head as it peeks around a tree. A burst of energy pulses like lightning down his legs: he gallops toward that ever mischievous and glinting gaze. Is this what Kensa feels like all the time? he thinks as he draws closer, effervescent smile lighting up his entire face. There she stands, welcoming him with her usual energy, though this time it is more restless and . . . sensuous. Despite the difference, Lie is delighted to see her so happy, so unaffected by the sickness he certainly gave her.
Their greeting is warm and long: Lie presses his chest to hers, wrapping his neck around her darker one until his muzzle rests at the base of her nape. There he drinks in her familiar scent, though now it ignites a flame that burns at the back of his throat. Suddenly he bites the crest of her neck, this display of affection harsher and more demanding. The line of her neck leads his nose upward, as if hypnotized by the graceful arch. He places kisses along the way, then steps away to brush his cheek against hers.
“Kensa,” he murmurs, followed by a dangerous grin.
@[Kensa]
