02-28-2021, 06:24 PM
Lips curling in a languid grin, the draconic stallion houghed a smoky chuckle. She was right, of course. He was hopeless, helpless, an utter lost cause. The culmination of a lifetime of poor decisions and violent impulses that he had allowed to guide him in lieu of any real purpose.
He soaked in the sensation of her warm body tucked against his own. Too thin still, he fussed. Yet real and solid and persistently there. A loose-limbed sensation washed over his eyes, an involuntary tremor raising the hair on his spine. He winced, but let it go on. Watched the world lighten briefly, and the translucent dream-foal dance before them. She had woven them together in this fantasy child, the best of them both in brilliant cohesion.
"How lucky for me you have a thing for lizards," he quipped absently. It was easy to do with her, their banter as lively as anything else they did together. As easy as breathing.
There was an ache in his chest. A twist of regret that he had managed to miss this with children past. This excitement and anticipation for things to come, for the child he'd created with the mare who'd managed to infuriate and infatuate him in equal measures. That would not be the case now. She was the most beautiful mare in creation, and he was determined to be with her every step of the way. He would not miss this child's first steps, words, or fireballs.
"We have time to decide," he crooned gently into her feathers, lips tugging at the soft plumes. The barking seals in the background had faded from his awareness in the wake of her news, and he smiled as she remembered them to him. "I could tuck you in first," he offered blithely. His embracing wing unfurled from her shoulder reluctantly, releasing her into the black air.
@[Eyas]
He soaked in the sensation of her warm body tucked against his own. Too thin still, he fussed. Yet real and solid and persistently there. A loose-limbed sensation washed over his eyes, an involuntary tremor raising the hair on his spine. He winced, but let it go on. Watched the world lighten briefly, and the translucent dream-foal dance before them. She had woven them together in this fantasy child, the best of them both in brilliant cohesion.
"How lucky for me you have a thing for lizards," he quipped absently. It was easy to do with her, their banter as lively as anything else they did together. As easy as breathing.
There was an ache in his chest. A twist of regret that he had managed to miss this with children past. This excitement and anticipation for things to come, for the child he'd created with the mare who'd managed to infuriate and infatuate him in equal measures. That would not be the case now. She was the most beautiful mare in creation, and he was determined to be with her every step of the way. He would not miss this child's first steps, words, or fireballs.
"We have time to decide," he crooned gently into her feathers, lips tugging at the soft plumes. The barking seals in the background had faded from his awareness in the wake of her news, and he smiled as she remembered them to him. "I could tuck you in first," he offered blithely. His embracing wing unfurled from her shoulder reluctantly, releasing her into the black air.
@[Eyas]