10-16-2019, 12:02 AM
A fool—
A fool he was to fall prey to his own selfish desires and misconceptions. Midnight’s heart skitters when he sees Larke’s excited face. All icy dispositions melt at the sight of her wisteria mane. How he longs to bury his nose deep in the smell of those flowers, just like when he was a boy and thought only of how to beat her in their childhood games. Guilt is the last sensation. His face falls at the way it tightens his chest.
Her face is so bright, so keen—
Midnight cannot believe he ever harbored a bitter emotion.
The sand bends beneath the stallion’s talons when he braces himself for Larke’s impact. Her sliding stop is so painfully adorable that Midnight thinks he might choke. He welcomes the warmth of her neck around his, finding the deepest satisfaction as his nose folds into the waves of the wisteria in her mane.
“I’ve grown so much?” he parrots with a grin, passing an emerald green gaze over the maturing lines of her face. “Look at you! You—” the roaning stallion pauses, stuttering on what wants to tumble out of his mouth. “You’re even more beautiful.” A blush rises to his pale cheeks, and his grin falters to a shy smile. “And cunning, too. How’d you end up with a place like this?” The question is followed by a roaming of his eyes: they reflect the swaying palm trees and colorful birds just a little further up the shore.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he murmurs in return, then steps back from their embrace. His muzzle meets the smooth side of her shoulder as he walks hesitantly inland. “You have to show me around your new home.”
@[larke]
A fool he was to fall prey to his own selfish desires and misconceptions. Midnight’s heart skitters when he sees Larke’s excited face. All icy dispositions melt at the sight of her wisteria mane. How he longs to bury his nose deep in the smell of those flowers, just like when he was a boy and thought only of how to beat her in their childhood games. Guilt is the last sensation. His face falls at the way it tightens his chest.
Her face is so bright, so keen—
Midnight cannot believe he ever harbored a bitter emotion.
The sand bends beneath the stallion’s talons when he braces himself for Larke’s impact. Her sliding stop is so painfully adorable that Midnight thinks he might choke. He welcomes the warmth of her neck around his, finding the deepest satisfaction as his nose folds into the waves of the wisteria in her mane.
“I’ve grown so much?” he parrots with a grin, passing an emerald green gaze over the maturing lines of her face. “Look at you! You—” the roaning stallion pauses, stuttering on what wants to tumble out of his mouth. “You’re even more beautiful.” A blush rises to his pale cheeks, and his grin falters to a shy smile. “And cunning, too. How’d you end up with a place like this?” The question is followed by a roaming of his eyes: they reflect the swaying palm trees and colorful birds just a little further up the shore.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he murmurs in return, then steps back from their embrace. His muzzle meets the smooth side of her shoulder as he walks hesitantly inland. “You have to show me around your new home.”
@[larke]