07-24-2020, 06:17 AM
----------------tell me: who do i run to?
“Let’s make the most of it, then.” Pteron replies with a matching smile. Svedka has come so near that he is all that Pteron can see, and the dun stallion returns the delicate affection. By the time it grows more heated, the sun has fallen behind the distant islands on the horizon, leaving the two of them shrouded in darkness and the salt air.
He slips away near midnight with a fond farewell. The spring breeze is cool against his pale skin as he makes his way back to where Aegean and their sleeping children rest, and after pressing a kiss to two pale foreheads, the winged stallion draws a wing over Aegean and drifts to sleep, dreaming of the adventure that awaits them, and of Svedka as well.
@[svedka]
-- pteron --
@[svedka]