for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
She waits outside the party, beautiful, young, a little nervous. In manicured hands a glittering clutch is held with practiced casualness against her abdomen. Was this dress the wrong choice? Will people know? It slides over her curves like water though and feels divine against her skin and she cannot regret the choice. Nor will she when he arrives and his eyes are drawn to her bare back and the curves of her breasts and hips in the supple silk.
That is another life but the feeling of being found beautiful spans the distance.
Lie changes out of his Lion and Rune darts through her legs, a tawny blur, the primarch is accustomed to these antics and pays no mind. There was a time when Kensa was shy of felines but now they are so much a part of her life that she hardly differentiates between Rune’s company from that of another equine.
There is a warm brightness that rolls over her body when his lips meet her crest, and there is a smile in her voice when she answers him. “It does feel like forever. We will have to make time for some visits together, or maybe just an adventure or two, hm?” The chestnut turns in toward Litotes to cross the bridge alongside him, brushing her muzzle against his strong shoulder absently before urging into a trot so that they come to the island’s shore in a perfectly matched step.
She carries herself like a prouder creature than the truly is because she knows how fine they look together, feels eyes wander their way. She cannot help a smile when a slight blush when he compliments her though and all of her attention is drawn right back in so that it is only the two of them that matters again. Her pale hooves settle in the snow a short way from the bridge. “You are very handsome tonight, my love. Somehow more than usual.” Kensa teases, and flirtatiously drags her body against his, arching around from his side to his chest slowly to give him the chance to admire her lovely topline and still perfectly curved silhouette (wryly thinking to herself that he ought to enjoy it while he can).
Kensa doesn’t want her lover getting any ideas though, at least not this early in the night (there is a party to enjoy) and so pulls away, trotting lightly through the gently falling snow to have a look at the way magic has altered this foreign place. She slows a moment later beneath a rangy oak. She stands beneath it studying it carefully until she realizes that the tree and its large rangey branches are not real at all but made of ice, crystalline and clear, glittering in the fairy-lights that drift amongst the naked branches.
”Lie, look, it's incredible.” She murmurs as she stares, her gemstone eyes wandering over the broad trunk and then tracing the branches as they weave above her head until her gaze is pulled down to the stallion who has joined her. She stares at him for a heartbeat, at the wonder on his face and she cannot wait a moment longer.
“We’re going to have a baby.”
@[litotes] sorry if this is too much, but I just really like how it looked in my head.
