Is it sick of me to need control of you?
It was the moment they had been waiting for. Finally, some time alone. Night crept easily along the edges of their home. The moon gilding the land in silver and lighting the path as the picked their way carefully along the shore. The were beautiful together.
The years had stolen the deep purple from his hide and turned it to lavender, just as they were now stealing silver into her gold. Even still, Nicia knew from the beginning that it was only ever Kirin that would hold her heart. He may not be the striking colt she grew up with, but he was still hers, just as she would only ever be his. She loved all of her family, but this was different, this was special. Theirs was a love that only they could fully understand. Others would look at them in horror if they knew just how deep the bloodlines ran between them though they look quite different.
She stays glued to his side as they watch the waves roll in together. How long ago was it that they had stood in this very position as children planning all the great accomplishments they would achieve in the name of their father? How long had it been since they had watched the sky light up with stars and giggled into the dawn at jokes only they could understand? Nicia regretted leaving her home fiercely. How much had she missed besides the slow creep of grey into her darling's coat?
Slowly the mare turns to her brother planting delicate kisses along his cheek and neck, nipping lightly on the way down. She reveled in the warmth of his skin pressed against hers, and his pulse under her lips. He was hers and she was his, and that was all she needed. Her eyes, black in the moonlight, sought out his as they stood in the surf. She is sweet and shy and gentle in a way reserved only for him. Her voice is soft and hushed in the dark, whispering words for his ears alone.
"Oh Kirin, I missed you so much. Things have changed in my leave." her eyes flash briefly as she speaks, "I have seen how you look at our sisters, have things changed between us so much? I love you. I have only ever loved you, but we both know I have never been very good at sharing." Nicia felt oddly vulnerable at her confession. Here it was that they were finally alone together and she was gushing like a ninny. She knew there would be plenty of time for other activities soon enough, but it felt like she was lifting a weight from her chest. It was uncharacteristic of her to be so emotional to be sure, but Kirin was the only one that saw it and maybe it was time for this conversation after all.
nicia
ooc: sorry this is kind of a weird post but I figured there needed to be some sort of prelude to breeding season
