for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Here she is, glowing. Winter hasn’t yet arrived but the people of island resort are creating their own wonderland. Kensa is not fond of natural winters and their never ending biting cold but this looks from here like magic and joy, and she cannot resist. The twilight bridge waits before her and though she is eager to cross it she had asked Rune to give a message to Litotes asking him to meet her here on this mainland beach. She had gone then and taken a little time for herself, a little secret beauty regimen that made her look as bright and new as she could, her flaxen mane in waves, the turquoise feather he’d given her weaved among its layers.
She has something to tell him, and this just might be the perfect night for it.
Oh but she cannot resist taking a few steps out onto the magical bridge. It is not as solid as the earth or sand beneath her hooves, temporary and splendid and she shifts, lifting her right hoof, then her left and smiling to herself. Of course she isn’t smiling for bridges or conjured snow but for the warm happy way her thoughts keep drifting. The ocean laps at the bridge, hisses beneath it even though its as if there is nothing between her feet and the water. Over her left shoulder she can hear chatter and laughter a long way off and her dark ears swivel to catch the bubbling incoherent music of conversation.
The Primarch casts eager glances across the water toward the island but her topaz eyes are never long away from the most direct route from Hyaline. She can see her mountains in the distance and feels a rush of pride in knowing that they are indeed hers, more than they have ever been before. Even better than that, they are also his, her beloved’s. For all the joys she seeks to store up like treasures he is almost the greatest. Almost. There is perhaps only one thing more dear to her in this moment than Hyaline’s masculine Primarch, and she thinks he would forgive her for thinking so. There is that smile again, and she tucks her chin, as if she must to hold the secret in just a few minutes more.
He arrives when she isn’t looking of course and she blushes without having an apparent reason to. “You’re here.” She breathes as though she hasn’t seen him in weeks though it has perhaps only been a few hours. When she reaches for him its to brush her lips across his silver ones before dotingly tugging at a few stray tendrils of his pale mane as though she is straightening his lapels and admiring the handsome man she’ll be walking into the party. “Hello my love.”
@[litotes] (insert heart eyes here)
