11-20-2021, 12:47 AM
Love and loss. The themes of Brennen's long, ageless life; stories which the Arabic pegasus sometimes shares with Nihlus. The stories break Nih's heart but try as he might, he cannot imagine the pain, not really. He finds it hard to imagine hurting for someone the way Brennen hurts for his past lovers. Perhaps Nihlus understands when he remembers Librette, his childhood friend, but when he thinks of Noori, his mother, or his siblings Cerva and Daemron, or his father whom he barely knew, Sinder, he does not feel much. They pass like shadows in the back of his mind.
Nuage, though... yes, sometimes it hurts to remember Nuage. What happened to his first true lover, to the man with whom he also sired children? He remembers their love like a passion destined for mutually assured destruction. So while an ache remains where Nuage left a mark on Nihlus' heart, it also sours itself; for ever since finding Brennen, Nih has known the intimacy of stability. The true love of kindred friendship and understanding. And yes, passion, too -- but not at the expense of his well being.
Such coherent thoughts cease to exist to Nihlus when he senses Brennen's return. In their wake, only a great and needy desire remains.
"Brennen!"
His lover's body appears as he calls again. Before he feels the warmth of Brennen's skin against his, Nihlus feels the familiar, comforting warmth of the magician's mind as it envelopes the churning anxiety of Nihlus'. Though the anxiety does not disappear, it lessens and changes, morphing into something manageable, faceable. Something which does not threaten to destroy Nihlus from the inside out but which rather motivates him to continue to find creative solutions to his minor problems.
Hello.
The simple word means everything to Nihlus. By now the larger stallion has his lover tight in his embrace, neck wrapped around neck, heart pounding against heart. Nihlus squeezes tighter yet, feeling the existentialism of his prior wonderings answered by the physical, tangible presence of Brennen. Everything's going to be okay, he thinks.
Shuddering back snotty tears, Nihlus burrows his face in Brennen's ebony mane. His lips work at the course tresses there, a well-rehearsed expression of familiarity and love. For a moment, he says nothing, feeling a sense of contentment he had forgotten existed. Then, he says:
"I missed you so much, my love."
Nuage, though... yes, sometimes it hurts to remember Nuage. What happened to his first true lover, to the man with whom he also sired children? He remembers their love like a passion destined for mutually assured destruction. So while an ache remains where Nuage left a mark on Nihlus' heart, it also sours itself; for ever since finding Brennen, Nih has known the intimacy of stability. The true love of kindred friendship and understanding. And yes, passion, too -- but not at the expense of his well being.
Such coherent thoughts cease to exist to Nihlus when he senses Brennen's return. In their wake, only a great and needy desire remains.
"Brennen!"
His lover's body appears as he calls again. Before he feels the warmth of Brennen's skin against his, Nihlus feels the familiar, comforting warmth of the magician's mind as it envelopes the churning anxiety of Nihlus'. Though the anxiety does not disappear, it lessens and changes, morphing into something manageable, faceable. Something which does not threaten to destroy Nihlus from the inside out but which rather motivates him to continue to find creative solutions to his minor problems.
Hello.
The simple word means everything to Nihlus. By now the larger stallion has his lover tight in his embrace, neck wrapped around neck, heart pounding against heart. Nihlus squeezes tighter yet, feeling the existentialism of his prior wonderings answered by the physical, tangible presence of Brennen. Everything's going to be okay, he thinks.
Shuddering back snotty tears, Nihlus burrows his face in Brennen's ebony mane. His lips work at the course tresses there, a well-rehearsed expression of familiarity and love. For a moment, he says nothing, feeling a sense of contentment he had forgotten existed. Then, he says:
"I missed you so much, my love."