06-21-2021, 04:08 PM
a bright and dangerous spark
He plagued her. Obscene was the constant thorn in Cheri’s side, the open wound that bled whenever she thought of it. Not long ago they’d been close to something inexplicable. Had it been love, she wondered? Or just lust? Whatever it was had faded since he’d visited Loess with that Aela mare, and since then Cheri was determined to think of him as the most horrible thing in creation. He was a cad, a playboy, but worst of all he was still so arrogantly handsome. That little fact always rubbed her the wrong way.
Tch, she rolled her eyes at his back-handed comment. Part of her wanted to throw it back at him - challenge the question by forcing him to say it as a fact - but the more reasonable part of her feared it might come out exactly the same. And besides, in doing so Cheri would unveil exactly how much she remembered everything he’d said to her during those tense, mind-numbing interactions. “Better to stew in it.” She told herself, feeling a bit better once Djuna confirmed the obvious: Obscene was a clown.
He was Fey, truly. The kind that liked to trick and tease their prey into agony. The kind best ignored, which Djuna seemed intent on doing. Her reaction lightened the atmosphere and roused a pretty little laugh from Cheri, though Ob did his best to stifle it afterwards.
Cheri's nose swung around to her shoulder, allowing the green-haired pegasus to shoot Obscene a look so dirty it would take more than a bath or two in order to clean it off. “Why you -” Her thoughts were as clear as if she’d spoken them, cut off the instant Ob looked away from her.
Yes, he goaded her after the sooty chestnut had kindly asked for help, why don’t you get in there and assist her? The Pampas Prince said, likely as an attempt to shame the lot of them. Unlucky for him, because Cheri took inspiration from it rather than embarrassment. Her nose turned ‘round again and her eyes, lovely and viridian, alighted on Djuna chest-deep in the water. She gave the other mare an impish wink and without saying a word, slid deftly into the pool herself.
“Unlike others,” Cheri’s voice was high and clear, sharp in its intended jab at Obscene, “I’m not so high-and-mighty as to think myself above even the ‘lowliest’ of tasks.”
An ear flicked back toward the stallion on the shore, the rest of her focusing on the task of dipping her svelte nose into the cloudy water so that she could casually dash it against the muddier sections still remaining on Djuna’s skin. Clear and crisp, Cheri thought one splash would do the trick of revealing the smokey, coppery gild of the wanderer’s pelt underneath. She didn’t want to chill the nomadic horse or overwhelm her; merely, she wished to make a fool out of Obscene.
With droplets still clinging to her whiskers, Cheri spoke up again.
“It would be an honor to help you Djuna, in whatever way I can.”
Tch, she rolled her eyes at his back-handed comment. Part of her wanted to throw it back at him - challenge the question by forcing him to say it as a fact - but the more reasonable part of her feared it might come out exactly the same. And besides, in doing so Cheri would unveil exactly how much she remembered everything he’d said to her during those tense, mind-numbing interactions. “Better to stew in it.” She told herself, feeling a bit better once Djuna confirmed the obvious: Obscene was a clown.
He was Fey, truly. The kind that liked to trick and tease their prey into agony. The kind best ignored, which Djuna seemed intent on doing. Her reaction lightened the atmosphere and roused a pretty little laugh from Cheri, though Ob did his best to stifle it afterwards.
Cheri's nose swung around to her shoulder, allowing the green-haired pegasus to shoot Obscene a look so dirty it would take more than a bath or two in order to clean it off. “Why you -” Her thoughts were as clear as if she’d spoken them, cut off the instant Ob looked away from her.
Yes, he goaded her after the sooty chestnut had kindly asked for help, why don’t you get in there and assist her? The Pampas Prince said, likely as an attempt to shame the lot of them. Unlucky for him, because Cheri took inspiration from it rather than embarrassment. Her nose turned ‘round again and her eyes, lovely and viridian, alighted on Djuna chest-deep in the water. She gave the other mare an impish wink and without saying a word, slid deftly into the pool herself.
“Unlike others,” Cheri’s voice was high and clear, sharp in its intended jab at Obscene, “I’m not so high-and-mighty as to think myself above even the ‘lowliest’ of tasks.”
An ear flicked back toward the stallion on the shore, the rest of her focusing on the task of dipping her svelte nose into the cloudy water so that she could casually dash it against the muddier sections still remaining on Djuna’s skin. Clear and crisp, Cheri thought one splash would do the trick of revealing the smokey, coppery gild of the wanderer’s pelt underneath. She didn’t want to chill the nomadic horse or overwhelm her; merely, she wished to make a fool out of Obscene.
With droplets still clinging to her whiskers, Cheri spoke up again.
“It would be an honor to help you Djuna, in whatever way I can.”
@[Djuna]
@[Obscene]