you wear me out, pteron

[Pteron]

finger trips across my cheek----------------
----------------kiss me until i can't speak

The time between each of his heartbeats drags on like an eternity. Pteron waits, no longer attempting to still his quivering muscles. There’s nothing more he can do, he knows, everything is up to Ghaul.

They are standing so close that Pteron can feel the shift of air when the stallion beside him tilts his head up. He must be trying to see the stars, Pteron realizes. Best not to tell him that stars aren’t usually visible in the late afternoon, he wisely decides. He’s rewarded for this thoughtfulness – and for his earlier plea – by the sound of his companion’s laughter. The bump along his jaw contains no teeth at all. Pteron releases a shaky breath, less reassured by the other’s assessment of his humor were he to have his wings removed. Pteron’s stiff wings do not soften until after Ghaul has pulled away again, and the question he asks doesn’t quite match the subtle loosening of his muscles.

“It took a long time to learn,” he tells Ghaul, deciding that an answer that was not bragged was probably in his best interest. “But now that I know how, yes. It’s pretty easy. Like running, I guess.”

-- pteron --

@[ghaul]