[open] sitting pretty in the prime of life

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I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

This one has some fight. He can see it in her eyes as she stares him down, unflinching, and sinks further into the water. His grin only seems to settle more firmly in its smugness and he is rather glad that doesn’t cave to his rudeness, doesn’t cower in the face of him. It keeps his attention from other darker things and it is almost a relief to have something to focus on, someone he can unleash his temper on. Someone who might bite back.

Before she can fire whatever smart remark (or what she thinks is smart) back at him, they are interrupted by another. Oh of fucking course. Of course it’s her. His red gaze is instantly drawn to her and that sneer is back as she rounds the bend chiding him like a petulant schoolboy. “Always.” He snarls, wanting her nowhere near him. Not like this. He can still smell him intwined in the stormy dusty scent of her. He wonders if she can pick up the threads of Aela that winds through his own. That thought gives him some sullen satisfaction as he fully focuses on her, the stranger momentarily forgotten.

She seems to be growing into those crystals of hers, her mane longer and more vibrant then he remembered when he had last seen her in Loess. And because he cannot help himself he gives her that familiar twist of his wicked lips as he asks, “Have I told you how absolutely abhorrent you look today?” She doesn’t of course, she is achingly beautiful, and if looks could kill he would die on the spot before her stone hooves. He didn’t think it was possible for them to reach new heights of hatred and yet, here they were.

She is sickeningly sweet in this…role of savior and he almost gags with disgust. The strange mare seems to fall hook, line, and sinker for this display as she coos back at Cheri and he can’t help but roll the red of his eyes as this exchange has gone in the exact opposite direction then what he had wanted. “Only if you’re into the boring ones.” He gestures to the green and black mare with a sharp jab of his muzzle in response to her sappy comment regarding terrible men. “Like this one.” A knowing look in the scarlet depths of his eyes, a comment meant to cut to the heart of her. Oh he knew all about Prayers now. All goodness and sincerity and…. dull. So very very dull.

Of course someone like her would love someone like that. Predictable, reliable, and bland. He doesn’t get it and doesn’t want to understand it. He feels that strange stirring within him and instantly looks away from her, leveling his haughty gaze back on Djuna. “Yes Cheri, the dirty damsel needs help. Why don’t you get in there and assist her while you give directions.” The mischievous glint still flickers in the hard corners of his crimson eyes as he smirks at the sooty chestnut. There was still some fun to be had here and by god he was going to get some relief to this thrashing feeling in his body one way or another.

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@[Djuna]
@[Cheri]

I think the square brackets around the name is the only one that works again now ;p