you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you
He is even more beautiful when he quiets under her touch, settling into the smoothless of glass so that when she looks into him she sees just what he feels. There are others who have bared their feelings to her and she wonders if they have ever been this sharp, clear and close. It is likely they have but she couldn’t understand until Brigade, with all his intensity coiling up to meet her own violent passion and showing her a likeness to herself that she hasn’t met with before.
She does not have words for him at first, but closes her gemstone eyes and listens to the quiet roughness of his voice. He doesn’t know how to make this more and she isn’t sure if she has the answer either. They do not tumble together with the soft fumbling of young lovers but collide dangerously knowing they should get the fuck away from each other. He does not want to ruin what they have not yet attempted, and Kensa should know she has already spoiled it but instead she wishes once again that she could be a prior version, an unencumbered version of herself for him (always knowing that it is this self alone that he could want, and that could want him).
“We can try.” She whispers on the wake of the almost indiscernible fracture in his voice, as his lips brush tenderly along her jaw. Her lashes frame her ochre eyes in dark softness as she gazes steadily back at the burgundy stallion. He yields and still she knows she should go but once again it is much, much too late.
“I’ve no interest in perfection, my Brigade.” Her own pale lips tip slightly, drawing back a golden freckle at one corner of her sweet mouth. She cannot promise to be only his, but she is most certainly his. She luckily doesn’t consider if he would understand the distinction or the way her heart can contain more than one, or even two great loves. For now there is only this man. Hyaline’s mountains feel further away than they did before, and she can steal a little more time.
Chastely, she reaches out to brush her muzzle against his, tracing the lower half of his broken blaze. “I could stay with you tonight, if you wanted.” The evening is still hours away, and her silvery words are only offer a gentle promise to while away those hours with him. “Only if you ask me. We can go slow.” Not a tease, but a desire to be gentle with this part of them, as careful as if she held their two twisted hearts in her palms.
Kensa
@[brigade]
