I've Missed the Sound of Your Heart {Private RP}

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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Carefully she made her way along the tree line. Far enough hidden in the dark shadows of the tall jungle trees to not be spotted by watching eyes, but close enough to the line to follow the beach's sand. Her steps were calculated; almost soundless. She knew exactly how to walk to not be noticed, to be one with the environment around her. And she had to. Her talent for making bad decisions had taken her freedom from her. She had to watch every step, look around every corner, and hide for every possible Guard in sight. It made her on edge, nervous, made her feel stupid, but most of all made her angry, so damn angry.

She snorted softly, her golden eyes scanning the area around her. The open farmlands to the right; the small piece of forest big enough to cover her silhouette. Her dark, speckled cloak hung over her shoulders like some form of security; as if she kept herself hidden while she made her way through the shadows of Aquore. She was almost there. The farms became more and more remote the longer she took her way south along the beach. His house was here, somewhere. She still remembered the last time she visited it; just after the chaos broke out when she made her way back to the Isles. The Isles were no home, but when shit went down, for her it felt like the safest place to be.

Her belly tingled inside of her body as the lines of his house became visible in the distance. The sea softly waving behind it; the tree palm trees towering above the little house he called his home. It felt so surreal. She even felt a little nervous, a knot tying her stomach in an uncomfortable feeling. Would he be there? Would he still be alive and unharmed? And would he know? Would he still want to see her, knowing that she was a criminal, one who was wanted by the government? And if not, how could she tell him? She turned her ears for a moment, feeling the wind softly tuck at her cloak as she approached the tree line; putting one hoof in the sand. She took a last calculating peak over the beach; but it was clear empty, as if this whole piece of Aquore was abandoned. The only horses living here had something to do with the farmlands; or simply sought after peace and silentness.

Swiftly she came into movement; her hooves barely touching the sand. She covered the small distance quickly, and became back to a halt when she reached the white walls of his cabin. She turned her ears around; keeping a sharp grasp on her surroundings. Even when it was so peaceful, so remote, so abandoned, she couldn't afford letting her guard down.

She took in the salty scent of the sea; hoping she could already smell his scent; almost feel his touch again. As she softly walking her short figure past the white plastered wall she caught a whisper of words, a sound coming from inside the house. For a second her brows furrowed, but when she approached the window and took a peak inside, she caught his figure; kneeling down by the side of his bed, seemingly praying. She caught glimpses of his words. ''...I must ask something... of you... where she might be... all I ask... keep Passoa safe...'' She quickly stepped away from the window; feeling bad for accidentally eaves dropping. But no matter how soft his words were; how tiny the whispering sound on the salt wind was; it made her cheeks glow, made her chest feel warm and fuzzy. Oh, how she'd missed him... How sweet he was. A smile drew across her dark lips as she quickly stepped forward. Her doubt was taken from her as she drew across the corner and set foot upon his porch.

But as the soft clip clop of her hooves on the wood reached her ears a lingering feeling of doubt fell over her. Was this the right choice? But than his words were back in her head, as if he had whispered them to her. He wouldn't send her away. He would keep her safe. Keep her safe? Mixed feelings filled her belly, feelings she wasn't used to. Insecurity, fear, fragility, but also addiction, heavy addiction. She felt such a strong desire to be with him, entangle her body with his, feeling the safety and the warmth of his body against hers. Before she knew she was in front of his door, giving it a soft knock with her knee. She turned her ears, not knowing what to except. But she knew that once he would open the door, she would probably lunge herself in his embrace.


[Word Count: 804 | Post 1] [Gosh I missed this so much. <3 And that song is sooo good! Its stuck on repeat for a while now haha!]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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The seconds she had to wait for the house to show any signs of movement, felt like they crawled by oh so slowly. She stood there, trying to blend in with her environment, while the thoughts rushed through her head. Never did she doubt something so much, but she couldn't ignore her feelings. She wanted to be with him, every fiber in her whole being wanted to be with him, and there was no single doubt about it that visiting his house, in all danger of running into Guards and ending up in prison, was so damn worth it.

Her slightly curled, fuzzy ears turned around when she caught a whisper of a sound, soft stumbling coming from inside of the house, and before she knew it the door swung open and there he was. His eyes were sleepy and his blonde hair was messy; but there he was. With a blink of her eyes he closed the distance between him and hugged her against his warm, painted body. A smile drew across her dark muzzle as she pressed herself against him; felt his body warmth against hers and pressed her nose in his fur, taking in his scents. His scent was exactly like she remembered, and she could finally refresh that memory.

His soft muttering was so sincere, so full of emotion. It settled down upon her, made her belly flutter and made shivers run down her spine. All she wanted to do was cuddle up against him, make as much contact as she could, and fall asleep with his scent in her nostrils and his body warmth against her, knowing her would be there for her when she would wake up again. She smiled through her thoughts, a rosy glance over her golden eyes. She was so utterly happy to be here with him, that she -for a few seconds- forgot about all the hectic and drama that was currently hot topic in Aquore.

"I promised I would come back for you,'' she softly muttered in his pelt, just before he pulled himself back from her. She blinked a few times, trying to get that rosy, smitten look out of her eyes, but it didn't help. Her golden eyes shone from under her dark curly forelock, and as long as her look was fixated on him and his green eyes, it would stay smitten.

She smiled at his words, turning her fuzzy ears around before pulling them sideways. ''Not exactly,'' she mumbled guilty, but slightly playfully. She pulled her gaze away from his eyes, and that was when she noticed the bandages wrapped around his shoulder. ''Wh... How?'' The look on her face went straight into a worried one, her ears slightly turned back. She lowered her head to look at the bandage, but she kept herself from touching it with her muzzle - afraid she would hurt him, even though she felt the urge to nurture him, try and see if she could fix it while she knew she couldn't. ''Why would someone hurt you?'' Her voice was worried, while slowly turning angry. In her head she was cursing the one who'd touched him, but she tried to keep herself calm. There was nothing she could do about it now, could she?

While her mind was going in overdrive; thinking of who the hell had touched him, and how she could break said one's bones, it was his warm voice that pulled her out of her thoughts again. She snorted softly, giving her tail a sweep before she nodded upon his question. ''I would love that.'' A smile pulled across the corners of her lips. As she stepped forward towards the door of his house, she playfully and affectionally gave his neck a nod with her head, following her way through the door and the warmth he called his home. As she stepped over his doorstep and entered his home, she felt a feeling of safety fall over her. As if she could finally didn't have to worry for a while.


[Word Count: 676 | Post 2] [Goodness gracious I WAS SO BUSY the last few days and I hate it. I'm so sorry for the delayed reply, everything's slowed down atm, so I hope to be on replying for now. <3]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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How she had hated the feelings previous time they had met, the more she loved them now. The soft fluttering against the sides of her belly; the warm pit in the centre of her stomach, and the incredibly stupid way of thinking he was the only one. Where she was so foreign with it she so much desired it now. She wanted him close to her; close enough to touch, close enough to have her nostrils filled with the sweet coconut scent of his fur. Close enough to feel his strong heart beat inside of his chest. He felt so safe and so familiar already. He felt like home. And she was so smitten on him.

His words were sheepish, trying to wave away the wound on his shoulder - but she could see it in his eyes, in the features of his face. He was hurting, it was stinging him like the needle from a bee could, or the sting from lightning would. She had seen it before. The silent grinding of teeth, the wincing of their roughly rippled faces. Stallions were oh so great in hiding their pain, but she could always see it; always read it. With him it was no different. Where it worried her that it hurt him enough to let it show, it was also kinda cute that he tried to hide it from her.

''I didn't know you were aspiring to be a hero too,'' she joked playfully as she softly swayed her long, curly tail over the wooden floor of his house. She followed him with her big, golden eyes as he entered the small kitchen, not wanting to miss a single piece of him as he started taking out some cups and plated. The kitchen was cozy with the little cupboards and the small sink; the small window that offered a view over the sea. Being here reminded her that she lived like a freaking cave man, but no matter what it was still her home, just like this was his.

As he offered her a chair, she happily accepted his offer. ''Thank you,'' she said with a soft smiling decorating her face. Taking place on it she shook her head, turning her ears backwards; allowing for the hood of her dark cloak to glide from her head. The last few days she had been keeping her cloak on everywhere she went, since it was so crucial to keep herself melted as one with the shadows of Aquore. She didn't even want to think about getting caught, for it would probably take her away from him for a very long time; if not for eternity. She hated Aquore with all of her heart, but now that he had gotten himself inside of her head -and, even though she would admit that yet, inside of her heart- he was a large piece of Aquore too. And she wouldn't want to leave that piece for the world.

And just as that thought crossed her mind, so did his words reached her fuzzy ears. She watched his movements, the way he cut the fruit up, but also the way he turned his ears as he spoke. She didn't knew how he thought about the sacrifices, and she didn't want to get into a disagreement about their believes. She didn't want to loose what they had over something stupid like that.

She snorted softly, turning to gaze out of the window; towards the sea for a few seconds, before returning her gaze back to his green eyes. ''It's kinda complicated....'' she finally answered, after the feeling of thinking her words over and over again. How was she going to spill this to him? He was hurt too by the Pegasi, and all she could think off was how wrong it would sound if she would tell him what she had done with a few drinking buddies. Oh, how she regretted that choice, no matter how good it sounded back than.

So many things bounced back and forth; so many choices she could make, and all of them felt so, so wrong. Only one felt good from the very center of her heart, but her mind screamed now. But she couldn't lie to him, or talk over the truth, like she had done the other night. ''I've done something incredibly stupid, and now my head's wanted.'' She spilled, and as soon as the words were out, she regretted it.


[Word Count: 745 | Post 3] [Ahhh no worry about the wait!! <3 There's nothing wrong with a slow pace. I love those two so much. <3]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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Her words had been fast, so fast that she didn't even give herself the chance to think them over, give herself the chance to doubt them. The worry came right from her heart and before she knew it she'd let down her shield and had told him the truth. It felt frightening being so honest, being so open; and with that being so fragile. The worry that pondered her mind made her stomach tie into a knot. Her mouth felt dry as she softly bit her lip, shifting her golden gaze to the window behind him for a second, as the silence filled the room for only mere seconds. Her head was lowered; her nose hovering above the freshly brewed tea. The scent of herbs that was carried upon the hot air softly tickled her nostrils, tried to calm her mind down. But it was all but calm right now.

Her gaze shifted back to him as she heard his voice. His harmonious voice, not heavy with disappointment or distaste, but laced with sympathy. Warm and soft his voice was as it finally reached her curly ears. Her golden eyes found his green ones, following him as he set a step closer to her. Gentle as he was he bowed forward and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her skin tingled beneath his touch and for a moment she closed her eyes. It felt so freeing to finally be honest to someone. To finally have someone to be honest to.

Every single second he stood there next to her; his head against her neck as a form of comfort, as an embrace, she treasured. She treasured it so immensely, for she had missed it for days. For weeks. She had missed his touch, his warm fur and his strong muscles that made her feel like she could finally let down her walls and feel sheltered. To not feel alone anymore. A smile curled the corners of her lips as she took in his scent, took in his warmth, and finally found rest. She didn't have to run; nor did she have to hide. All she had to do was stay with him and be safe and that was more than she could've hoped for when she'd silently reached his porch.

As he opened up his mouth and followed up on his soft muttering from seconds ago, she could hear the shadow hidden behind his words. The heaviness his words took with them. His mind seemed to shift - even if it was just for a few seconds. ''It's been bad out there, hasn't it?'' she muttered, afraid that if she would talk louder she would break the comforting silence that was currently in his kitchen. ''It don't think it's as bad as the things I've heard of,'' she followed up, in response to his words, thinking back to the dark night they'd taken the ship to the open sea, hoping to get refugees out of Aquore. Smuggling. Would he qualify that as not that bad? She sorta felt bad for that he had such faith in her, but she loved him for it too. He saw the good in her, that somehow no others could see. 

She had only heard it from traveling words going from mouth to mouth how dangerous the streets were, and she could only imagine how dangerous the streets had been for the citizens of Talori. Hadn't it been that she had met him, she wouldn't have felt sorry for them - just because she felt some sort of sympathy for the Pegasi and their attempts to get their equality. But he had been there too. Sven had been on the streets. Those dangerous streets. And they have hurt him.

She softy snorted. ''I hope it's over soon, but it probably isn't. Everything is so messy right now,'' she said as she turned her ears back for a moment. The thought of Guards looking for her on the streets swirled through her mind for a second, but she pushed it back and away. Even though the need to be on guard was not there at the moment, it had grown as some sort of habit on her. Checking all the sounds for something unfamiliar, knowing what is in your surrounding. It felt so surreal to know she would be truly safe here. Her golden gaze shifted back to his olive green eyes - his beautiful eyes she could have drowned in, only weeks ago, but now there was something in there that worried her. It was something heavy, things that troubled his minds. Things that kept him awake at night.

And even though she knew she had been the one that had kept him at night -the thought of it making her cheeks glow once more- she knew it hasn't only been her. There was something else that weight heavy on him, and she could see it.

''I would love to stay with you for a while.'' A warm smile decorated the dark features of her face; her curly forelock hanging wary down her face. ''You make me feel safe here,'' she glanced up at him for just a second, the smile on her face reflecting in the gold of her eyes, zipping from her tea just seconds later. The warm fluids that traveled down her throat warmed up her belly - but it wasn't only the tea that had that effect on her.


[Word Count: 907 | Post 4]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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It had taken a while - a pretty long while, for it the feeling sunk on with her. She had been covering her back, catching her own shadow, erasing her own track of hooves wherever she went, for the last couple of days-weeks, how long had it actually been? So long, that now that she felt safe - now that she presumably was safe, that it was hard to adjust her system. She still felt on a hunt, felt like a prey. Something so unfamiliar, but yet already so familiar. She was used with hiding in the shadows, feeling invisible, but in a way that it was in her advantage. She was always a few steps in front of another.

But the truth was that now, a few weeks after the incident, she had no idea where others were. The Guards? They had no routine anymore. They had no paths they usually took anymore. They were where they were needed, and for Cascade's sake also in places where they weren't needed. They were everywhere and it felt like every single part of them were looking for every single track of her.

She turned her ears around, still that twitch of nervosity that was there, but tried to convince not only her mental being - but also her system that this was her place to hide, and there was no safer place to be for now.

That was however just something she tried to comfort her with - they could find her everywhere. Truth was, though, that there was no single place she would rather be right now. He was here with her, comforting her with his presence, trying to make her feel at home, while he was the one injured and while she could read the terror and the horror from his once so carefree green eyes.

"It's been pretty bad.'' She felt a turn of her stomach, a twitch of guilt. She felt like she needed a safe haven because she made a stupid mistake, but wasn't it the other way around - wasn't it he who needed her the most in these times of chaos? Had she not seen that, when she had stepped through the post of his front door? How could she have missed that? She felt a feeling of stupidity, again stupidity, wash over her, and softly she snorted. She felt confused.

His voice continued, the words rolling out of his mouth, but it didn't make her feel better. She felt so sorry for him, felt like she'd failed by not being there. By not stopping it. Instead she was on a ship getting the one's who had begun this out of town. The more she thought about it, the more she regretted the choice she had made. And no single excuse - no matter how much alcohol she had consumed - felt like a good excuse any longer.

''I'm so sorry about that,'' she softly said, focussing her golden eyes on the herbal tea in front of her on the table, before her gaze travelled back to meet his again. A smile broke through on her face for a moment for his last words. Wasn't he, what they called, a family man? Caring for his beloved ones the very best he could, worrying about them with everything that happened. It melted her heart to hear him talk like that, even with the darkness that laced his words. It made her cheeks glow - reminded her of what she had heard eaves dropping at his bedroom window.

''I'm afraid the old-timers aren't going to change their ways,'' she said, a worried look on her face. She was the last one to say things should stay the same, but she had seen the government from many different ways, heard voices from many different places, and all it did was crushing her hope of changing anything. ''The system is broke, but the ones handling it are so close upon it that they don't see it crackle beneath their hooves,'' she sighed, lifting her cup of tea with her telekineses to bring it to her lips and take a small sip of the warm substance. ''But that's a worry we can do nothing about,'' she murmured. As the tea dazzled through her throat, down into her body, she felt the warmth consuming her again, reminded herself where she was, and that the outside world - all of Aquore, was currently nothing more than a side-issue. He was here and there was no-one that could interrupt them. Not while they were in this little sanctuary he called his home.

She took a few bites of the salad. Pieces of sweet and sour apple, the fresh leaves of lettuce, small nuts and the delicious pink sauce drizzled all over it - raspberry she guessed, from the taste of it. She licked her lips as she looked back up to him, the worry already left her features. She was here to forget about it - to do as it if didn't exist. He was here and for now he was all she wanted to have in her world. The harmonious sound of his voice send chills down her spine. It was that feeling she had been desiring for when she was away, that feeling only he could seem to awake in her body. ''Don't make me feel too comfortable, Romeo, soon you'll make me feel like I never want to leave again,'' she giggled jocularly, taking another bite of the delicious salad he had prepared. ''And a great cook too,'' she smiled playfully, little lights dancing in her golden eyes.


[Word Count: 931 | Post 5]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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She studied him, quietly, as she enjoyed the bites she took from the fresh salad. The way his blonde hair bounced lightly up and down when he moved, the way his white painted coat ran over his face; he was the same lovely gentlemen she had begun to fall for previous time she saw him, yet there was something that was different. Her eyes shifted to his wounded shoulder for just a second. She didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable by staring at it, so as soon as she realized her gaze had shifted, her golden eyes met his green ones again. His green eyes. It was the serenity, the carefree attitude he had been carrying around previously, that was now ripped apart. She knew she could have done nothing about it, yet she felt so angry. So useless. She felt like she should've been there.

But before she could start worrying again he broke the silence. ''Passoa, you don't have to be sorry about anything. What happened wasn't your fault.'' His warm voice stroke her fuzzy ears, making a shiver go through her body. "And now I know you’re safe, and I plan to keep it that way." His warm comments, his harmonious voice started to grow on her, started to be familiar, yet it still threw her off her feet when he said something sweet. She was so not used to sweet words; especially not the ones that were honest. And he was honesty himself.

The steadiness with which he nodded; the strength glancing from his green eyes. She felt her cheeks glow, butterflies tickling the sides of her belly, a smitten glance lighting up her golden eyes for a moment. She truly felt safe here. It felt so weird to think that way, because for as long as she can remember she has always been watching her back. Always and always keeping an eye on your shadow and that of others, knowing what creeped behind every corner, knowing which eyes watched the steps you took. It felt so weird to finally be able to, even it if it just partially for now, let her guard down. He was her guard now.

She giggled at his words; the way he played with the fact she called him Romeo. ''Oh! I would love that,'' she replied with a charming, playful smile around her lips; answering his words as if they were mend as a question. She took another forkful of the salad; enjoying every bite she took of it. ''And that while you have such a nice home to stay at,'' she said, taking another glance around the room. His kitchen was a cozy one; one you could feel at home at easily. And that while it wasn't even her house to call home. The more time she spend here, though, the more she felt comfortable and at home. And he was every part of the home.

She gazed at him -maybe a little bit too long- before she continued her words. The more she looked at him, the more she found herself lost in his eyes, in his charisma. Oh damn, how smitten she felt. Love. How it previously had sounded dirty - had felt like the biggest stupid lie society had ever told, how fucking real it felt now. It confused her. It warmed her. It made her so freaking crazy about him. She sighed softly, taking another bite of the food to hopefully push the thoughts to the back of her mind, before continuing with her words. ''And you're such a nice host, too.'' She smiled, forget about it. But how could she, being so close to him? So close she could almost smell him - almost feel him. ''But on another hand, I don't mind having you for myself,'' her voice soft, still laced with that playful manner.

Forget about it. Her eyes tracked through the room a second time at his mention of the mess. ''You're kidding, aren't you?'' Her golden eyes found his again. She, on another hand, wasn't kidding. ''I've seen so many houses and every single one of them is so incredibly tidy that it feels like no-one's living there. This feels as a home, as a place that's special to someone.''

And it was true - it felt as a home. More of a home than she'd ever seen or been. All the different kind of stuff laying around the house - his instruments scattered around the room, the cozy blankets rippled over his couch and some seats. It felt like someone lived there. Like he lived here. Her mind wandered off, back to the words that said she could have his bed tonight. HIs bed - probably signed by everything that was him. His scent dowsed in every blanket and every pillow. The thought made her cheeks glow, again. She would probably sleep better than she'd ever had.


[Word Count: 819 | Post 6]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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His home breathed out every sign of him. The more she thought of it, the more she felt like she had landed in paradise. She was safe here, she was wanted here. She could be herself here. It felt like a release, as if thick ropes tied around her chest, keeping her in place, feeling like a prisoner. She had been fighting these feelings ever since she was young and could walk on her own four legs. It was the very reason she had escaped to the Isles of the Death - the reason why she was naive enough to believe in a handsome men's lies and eventually end up as the lowest of the lowest - as a Rogue. She couldn't say she regretted her choices, but she wasn't happy with them either. It made every little step she took in life a little harder, a little more difficult.

Her eyes wandered back to him. To his blonde hair, his beautiful green eyes and his strong jaw. What would he think, what would he say, if he came to find out what she really was? He must have had some sort of suspicion by now, knowing she wasn't able to cast any spell upon him and he wasn't dumb either. What would he say when he found out that her home wasn't as sophisticated as his? What would he say when he came to find out she lived in a cave, hidden behind a waterfall? What would he say if she said she had laid with more than a handful of stallions - just because it was easy, and it was pleasure? He was such a contrast to her, and the thought of it, the thought of how it would break whatever was growing in between them, made her sick to her stomach. She didn't want to loose this - she didn't want to loose him.

The knot in her stomach made her realize he had dug himself deeper into her heart than she thought would've been possible. She wouldn't want to admit it yet - it felt like she robbed herself of a certain freedom doing so, but on another hand: what was that freedom worth, if it wasn't spend in his presence? It was worth nothing, and it was only know that realization was starting to kick in. She was turning into an hopeless, passionate romantic, that would choose a day spend cuddling in bed over sailing the salty seas. And she couldn't even say she hated it.

She smiled; the thoughts that clouded her mind made a feeling of stupidity and happiness was over her. It made her feel so damn good, but so damn vulnerable at the same time. Her eyes wandered back to his olive ones as he spoke. The smitten glance was still there and it seemed that every time she looked at him and thought about it, it would never leave again.

"I would love for you to show me around,'' she smiled playfully, twitching her ear in the same manner. ''As long as it is at night that it is - I'll show you how you sneak around in the shadows,'' she grinned, taking the last bite of the delicious salad. She could still feel the taste of the sour-y sweet raspberry sauce linger on the top of her tongue. ''I travel much and I've seen even more, but I bet there are still secret places that I haven't seen before,'' she said as she imagined the places she would show him if the roles would be turned. Oh, how he would watch his eyes out. How she would drink him off his bar stool at the local bar. A grin curled up the corners of her lips.

The impish chuckle that escaped his mouth and the way he muttered his words out to her -the muttering that made a shiver travel down her spine and made every single inch of her tingle- she saw a glance in his eyes that felt like it reflected hers. She'd seen many looks on faces of stallions. Envy. Distaste. Demeaning. Pleasure. Distasteful Playfulness. Oh, but this was different. It felt like he reflected his soul in his very eyes. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was something. Something special even. He felt so sincere - so honest.

She stood up from his dinner table, taking her plate and empty glass to the sink, to place it upon his. ''Even with the mess I don't believe you're a pig. You couldn't be - I don't like pigs, but I do like you - seems to not be possible, would it?'' she grinned playfully, but their was a sincerity lacing her words, her curls dancing around her face as she moved her head. She smiled as she softly bumped her shoulder against his heavy shoulders. ''Now, show me around your house. I'd love to see it,'' she smiled as she locked her golden eyes onto his olive ones.


[Word Count: 831 | Post 7]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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They sometimes said eyes were the door to someone's soul. She always found it somewhat true, since there was nothing as striking as someone's eyes. They spoke of more emotion than someone's mouth would and usually released more words than someone's speech could. She enjoyed observing someone that way. Just looking at their eyes and seeing how they looked at the world, watching the gears in their heads turn as they thought about something. Eyes were a little joy to her, a simple trick of playing in on something that she could read from simply their eyes.

Little did she know it were those same eyes that would catch her off guard some day. With him that statement was true. They fucking wrote it, because of eyes like his. The deep, bright green color his eyes held; a color you would also find on the inside of limes, or on the leaves of palm trees when the sun shone down upon them; it captivated her. It made her feel drawn to him and his hugs that could make her feel safe and sound; made her feel at home. She wanted to be with him, cuddle him, talk through nights with him and fall asleep against his shoulder; to wake up next to him again. She had never had this feelings of wanting nothing else but be with someone. She felt like throwing over her whole life so she could just be with him.

If it was just so easy. Her gaze wandered through the room again, admiring the feeling of home it gave and enjoying the way it represented him in every way. If she just could... but she was caught in wires she didn't even know they existed when she started on the job, and now there was no way of turning back. She would always keep that name - and they would fine her, no matter how hard she tried on hiding herself, or accepting another name. Once a Rogue, always a Rogue, they said. And she was afraid that it was simply true. It somewhat felt as a safety belt: not having to change anything in life, just going with the flow knowing it is the only way to go. But now that she had met him, everything just seemed so different. Everything felt so different.

She hated it in some way. It gave difficulty, gave her headaches and worries she never though she would have. But it gave so much more pleasure too. She loved every second she was with him and the itching feeling in her chest, right where her heart was, and a feeling of fluttering butterflies in her belly when she wasn't with him. It was a feeling of desire, a feeling of longing, and she knew she loved it - there was no way in denying that.

An impish smile lightened up his face, and so did hers. She drew up the corners of her lips in a smile when his words reached her fuzzy ears. ''I'd love to see you sneak around,'' she grinned. She could see him trying to stay in the shadows; to move unseen and walk not heard of, but all she could imagine him doing was being caught. She giggled. ''I see you being good at a lot of things,'' a dazzle of playfulness dancing in her golden eyes. ''-but I don't think sneaking around is one of them.'' She softly flicked her tail from side to side; another tick of playfulness; a way of showing she enjoyed herself, that had sneaked itself in her behavior.

Her thoughts wandered off to how she would show him around on the island, how he would stutter in disbelieve when she would sail with him to the Isles of the Death; showing him all the ins and outs of the island. The name was a fit on most ends, but there were enough places to enjoyed, if you looked for them in the right places. She would show him the wonderful paths she had found through the jungle; she could even imagine herself showing him her cave she called home. A cave behind a waterfall, she thought to herself. It was nothing compared to his place, but it was her home and it was all she had.

As he rose from his seat her golden eyes followed his eyes; now looking up at him. She couldn't mind one bit, for his strong, big body made her feel safe next to him. Made her feel sheltered. Still she knew she could play him, would have tricks to outsmart him and his strengths when they would frolic around. The thought of it made her cheeks slightly grow, a certain glance falling over her eyes. Since when was did she become so prim in her thinking?

She grinned, until she heard his words and the gears of her mind started turning again. A secret, of hers? She could see it in his eyes - he found her intriguing, wanted to know more about her. She couldn't blame him; she had been so secretive ever since she met him. It was a habit of hers to keep everything to herself, even the smallest of details. You never know when you would need them to be a secret, so you could better always keep them that way. But than again: he was different. This was different. Still she longed for everything to stay the same. To just be a refugee of the night knocking on his door and staying for the night. Spending the night together; speaking of things, doing things, that would stay in the night and in the shadows and would never see the day of light. It would probably be for the better for him. It would keep everything easy and not complicated.

But she was complicated and she knew that there was no way in holding him back that way. It would be unfair and she couldn't do that to him. Only the thought of it itched her heart; she didn't want to lie to him... The seemingly simple decision was to just tell him the truth, but that, you could say, was her achilles heel. She softly snorted, turning her ears, her gaze wandering the room for a second, but as they locked back onto his, she felt like she could trust him upon keeping her secrets safe. No matter what kind of secret it was.

She softly sniffled her nostrils; a nervous habit of hers. Here she was, the fearless mare, afraid to tell the simple truth. And she couldn't just tell the simple truth, because everything she would spill would lead to that one thing, one way or another. She would try, though. She couldn't scare him away... ''I-'' she paused for just a moment, gazing away for only a few seconds, for her eyes found his again. There was a hint of insecurity hidding away in the golden shade of her eyes. ''I wasn't born in the Talori herd. My mother was a beautiful white Pegasus mare, I presume a Vagabond, but she gave me away early in life so my memories of her are faint,'' her voice faded away for a second. ''She gave me away to my father, but since I was a bastard of his, he dropped me of at one of the Clerics. Which... which made me end up in a village, not far away from here.'' She watched his olive green eyes, hoping he could take her insecurity away, just hoping she had made the right choice in being honest. ''If I had only met you back than... Life could have been so much different,'' she said, a faint smile curling up the corners of her lips.


[Word Count: 1295 | Post 8] [I'm such a slow muppet. </3]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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She felt so damn unfamiliar and yet she was smitten; she felt addicted. The way he looked down on her, an incredible calmness in his eyes and a reassuring certainty in his gaze. It felt as a release to speak the words out; to spill a little of herself, to finally share something with another living being. Maybe you could say she wasn't a blank sheet anymore; she had seen intimacy. She'd been there, shared it with others, but it had never felt anything like this. This went far beyond that. She felt incredibly naked, but yet it felt so damn good. As if the massive weight that had weighed on her shoulders for years had finally been lifted off. His words reached her ears as she went silent and for a moment his words pushed her right back into her memories. She could still feel the incredible loneliness she felt as she slept alone at night, sometimes even tearing up because she couldn't understand a single thing in life, not to mention why her parents had left her. She shook the thoughts away from mind, focussing on his peaceful olive green eyes. 

A smile decorated her dark muzzle as he spoke; his eyes still with the same reassuring calmness, his muzzle softly stroking her cheek. He felt to her like Cascade's Holy Grotto did to others. He calmed her, made her feel comfortable enough to open up - even if it was just slightly - and just be herself around him. And it might feel unfamiliar, but she was getting used to it incredibly fast. The smile on her muzzle grew with his words reaching her ears, now also casting through the gaze from her golden eyes. His words were so sweet; his eyes filled with a determination she had not seen before. It send her insecurities about scaring him away straight to the back burner; where she decided to keep it for a while now. There was no need in worrying over things that could be. She instead should be happy with what she had right now. Thinking back that it had only been a few weeks ago they had first met she couldn't believe he had already grown so much on her. She'd never felt like this about someone before and it was only know at the ripe age of twenty one that she for the very first time in her life truly understood what these love songs were about.

''I would love for you to be there,'' she muttered, that same smile still resting on her dark muzzle, her golden gaze looking up at his olive green eyes again. She slightly stretched her neck and placed a soft kiss on his pink muzzle, as a thank you but as so much more too, before pulling her own muzzle back again. ''If you just knew how much trouble I am,'' she said, gazing away for just a second. There was a slightly playful tone to her words, but their laid a truth behind it and he could probably hear it too. It was her way of slightly revealing herself, without exposing too much and feeling completely naked.

Her gaze followed the structures of the room as he gave a nod with his head and leaded her to the next compartment of his cozy house. She was in awe with how he'd all build this by himself - in her eyes it was literally a paradise. ''I still can't believe you've all build this by yourself.'' Her eyes watched the small windows that looked over the beach, her gaze than flowing over the small instruments that laid scattered around the floor. ''You have to show me how you play these things later, especially that mini guitar,'' she grinned, her tail flicking from side to side. She followed him through the hallway, her eyes occasionally and for just a little bit examining his butt as he walked in front of her - she couldn't help it. She grinned to herself, her golden eyes gazing away as they reached another one of his rooms. She could feel a little busted when her eyes found the window she'd been standing at for only a few seconds when she'd hear his muttered praying as she walked by. She smiled as she thought back to his words, oh how sweet he was. ''You're bed looks so incredibly comfy,'' she muttered a bit in awe as she looked at the big bed - a clean, white blanket spread on it, a few plush pillows laying on top of it. She was used to her bed -the reason why her coat was always drenched in the scent of pine needles- but this was from a whole 'nother level. And the thought of it being his bed...

''But how can I live with sending you right to the couch?'' she said as she pulled a pouty face, a playful dazzle dancing in her golden eyes. ''You better hope it's not storming tonight - I'd probably be cuddling up on your couch too, if that's where I can find you,'' she playfully smirked. Normally she would be frustrated about someone knowing a secret, or a weakness about her, but with him it was completely different. It felt like he knew her, even if it was just a little - it was more than anyone else had ever known her, and that mend the world to her.

''And you keep on telling me it's not paradise in here,'' She flicked her tail as her gaze found the door he was speaking about - the bathroom he had an actual tub in. ''And I was thinking hiding out would be a pain - but this doesn't feel like a punishment at all,'' she grinned playfully - but her words were no joke. She had thought that keeping herself from getting busted and locked up would be hell - not getting to go anywhere, constantly trying to hide your face to not get recognized, but now she was here and had the opportunity to stay with him - something that would have been hard if she hadn't be getting into trouble. Sometimes it seemed to be just faith that casted you a storm, and brought you right to someone's door.


[Word Count: 1083 | Post 9] [That song is so perfect!! <3 Every time I hear it coming by on the radio it reminds me of them <3 not to mention it's a song that's like stuck in my head all day and I totally love it B) ]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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She couldn't quite figure out what it exactly was about him that took her insecurity away. She watched him with her golden eyes, as if she tried to find it in the way he looked, in his features, or in the way he talked. Maybe she looked a little too long his way, but as she looked away a smile curled up the corners of her lips, almost in a shy kind of way. She didn't recognize this side of herself, but she could say she kinda liked it. The way he made her feel, as if she was something special, something treasured, and something he would fight the whole bloody world for before loosing it. She'd never felt this way, for never had someone expressed such things about her. If it wasn't for the determined look on his face, or the gaze from his olive green eyes, she wouldn't have believed him.

"Well, in that case,'' she grinned playfully at his words, flicking her tail in that same playful manner. ''I would love to see you try to keep me here,'' she challenged him, her gaze traveling from his green eyes down to his pink muzzle and back up again. She might not speak it out, but her words held more meaning than she thought when she spoke them out. Maybe that was what she was most afraid of. She always lost interest. Stallions were fun for an evening, were fun as drinking buddies, or as company at night (even though she herself never actually shared the preference of actually sleeping together - she never trusted anyone fully for closer her eyes next to them). But eventually the fun of it was gone and so was she. She never stayed till morning - she always ran. And even though she was silently quite smitten on him, she was still afraid that at some point her interest would be gone and she would leave him. As a habit. Or because she just did not know better than that.

A funny thing it was: at first making it yourself a habit to not get hurt, or let others get close. And than being so far into something, in such a little prospect of time, that you were already headfirst into something that you know you wouldn't get out of anymore. And oh, how she loved it.

Of course she was afraid that she would eventually loose him because her occupation was just not accepted. He could find a much better girlfriend (or wife, of course, like Aquorians usually wanted) than she could ever be. She shouldn't think like that, but it was a custom in the Talori culture and there was nothing she could do about it.

"...but I'm sure it's not as bad as you think." She smiled at his words. How could she not? He was trying to comfort her and she just melted from the adorable gentle smile on his face, but she just was so unsure about how he would think about her daily life. All of Aquore frowned upon it, so she expected him to do so too. But hadn't he already proven that he was quite different than your regular citizens? She smiled and nodded. ''Maybe you're right,'' she grinned. ''I really thought that when I told you that, you would instantly show me the door,'' she flicked her tail - a nervous habit. ''But I should've known you're not like all the others.'' It was quite obvious that she mend every other citizen of Aquore. And it was obvious too that she didn't see herself as one of them.

''And I'm still thankful for that,'' she followed sincere, her voice softer. She placed a quick kiss on his cheek as he softly bumped his shoulder against hers, her dark curls softly bouncing with the movement.

She watched him closely as he talked. She busted herself on loving to watch him, especially as he spoke. His words were so harmonious - even when he didn't speak. ''I've always found the things inside a home more important than the home itself,'' oh, how that spoke about her home itself. She lived in a cave, but still it was home for her. For the way she had made it her home. ''So many people have a house, but no home. It's about the things you put in there - things that are special to you, that make it a home.'' She smiled, just than letting her gaze wander through the room again.

The soft ocean breeze traveling inside from the open window won her attention for just a few mere seconds, for she thought she heard something outside. Her ears twitched for a moment, focussing on the sounds, but all she could hear was the rolling sea in the distance, and some sea gulls flying by. Maybe it was just nothing - but it got her on her toes for just a second.

It were his words once more that pulled her attention right back to him again, and made her settle for a little. The look in his eyes in combination with his soft muttering shoot a shiver down her spine and for a moment she believed he had actually put a spell over her. ''I know you're a bad liar,'' she said as she softly shook her neck (but instead of getting her mane in place again, it made it even more wary), ''but we can always pretend there's a storm raging outside,'' she chuckled at his bright smile. Especially she would prefer pretending one over having a real storm blowing over his home.

Again that sound outside. She turned her head, a short gaze at the window, but there was nothing there. And as she focussed on it, she couldn't hear it anymore. Maybe she was just paranoid, but it didn't feel quite right. She tried to push it away though and in response turned to return to the living room again. ''I could've known you would keep my stay comfortable,'' she said as she looked back to him over her shoulder. She couldn't even imagine him making her stay horrible - he probably couldn't.


[Word Count: 1027 | Post 10] I really love hearing songs on the radio that remind me of them. <3

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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Shivers ran down her spine as his eyes followed the same path hers had taken only mere seconds ago. How he responded to her challenging tone and without a single hint of hesitation took a step closer to her, lowering his head to her height. Again those shivers, butterflies fluttering against the sides of her belly. It was as if time stopped turning, as if short seconds turned into long minutes. As if when he came closer the world around them seemed to fade and there was nothing more than he, so close to hers. So close she could feel his warm breath mingle together with hers; feeling his body heat softly touch the tops of her skin.

It felt like a roller coaster, like a drug making adrenaline rushing through her veins and her heart rage in her chest so loudly she was damn sure he could hear it beat. But this was better; this was bigger than any drug she had ever heard of. Where her mind was always busy, thinking, plotting, planning, it was now complete silence. All she could think about was the soft touch of his lips tracing hers, teasing her, and she closed her eyes. She wanted nothing more than just this. Even when it was a spell, even when it was a weakness. She wanted nothing more, than just this.

She lost herself in their kiss. She lost herself in the soft pressure he set on her lips, how she played in on him, and he on her. She was so lost in it that she couldn't help but move her lips along when he softly pulled his away. Just for a little, until their touch was gone and she slowly opened her eyes again. They had a certain glint in them, one she herself wouldn't recognize if she would stare in the middle. There was no need for denying it anymore; he had stolen her heart and she wouldn't even try to get it back.

''I,'' she softly muttered, a smitten smile lingering on her lips that still tingled from their sweet kiss. She wouldn't leave for a hundred years if it was just this she could stay for. ''I wouldn't leave for a single thing in the world,'' she continued, a amorous glimmering in her golden eyes. She felt so like herself with him, felt so in place.

He was her safe-haven, the place where she could take her cloak of and step out of the shadows. He was the one who gave her comfort, confidence where she lacked thereof, gave her the fun in life that she never knew was there. And she so much loved it; already felt addicted to it. She couldn't even think anymore of the could-not, or what others would think of it. He and his thought were all that mattered to her. Maybe she should not be afraid of it anymore.

''I promise I will,'' her muttering was so soft, it was almost as if she whispered. It went so against her instincts to be honest, to be open. To fully trust someone and just hope for the best. She didn't look away from his eyes, though. She wanted to be honest, and to be open. She just felt like it wasn't the time to tell him everything, yet. ''I like you too,'' she smiled, her eyes telling the exact same as her words did. She'd never thought she would ever speak those words out, but yet there they were. And oh, how small they seemed, compared to what she really felt.

Normally she would've put question marks by someone's staring, but not with his. She just loved the look of his green eyes and she couldn't grow tired of them looking at her like that, with that smitten look on his face. All she could think of was still that mesmerizing kiss he had placed upon her lips. She smiled - almost a bit shyly, and damn, was that a weird feeling. She normally wasn't a shy one at all; she had learned herself to be social, even if it was just a game of play pretend. But oh boy how she had grown that out of the window fast. She nodded at his words. ''It's the same with someone's eyes - if you look close enough, they're the door to someone's soul.'' Her voice soft just like her golden eyes. Another hint or two. She could see how his mind was working extra hours and all she could wonder was what was going on up inside of his head. Maybe it were even thoughts she would share with him, a slight grin played on her dark muzzle.

''I do,'' she nodded expressively, playfully. ''Who knows, later tonight.'' Now that she knew he was definiltey playing along, she couldn't help but keep playing on games, challenging him, seeing how far they could go. There was no one who needed to know.

But than there was that sound again. She turned her ears around frantically, trying to catch every single sound, but than she turned them towards her neck as her eyes searched for the window again. But there is nothing there, she tried to calm herself. She felt so caught of guard, this was why she tried to keep herself from weaknesses. She looked back up to him when she heard his soft whisper - she wasn't the only one who'd heard things outside. Where her big bunch of curly mane had firstly been just hanging there, messy, they now almost seemed like a way of hiding for her. It felt like a way of hiding for her. She set a step backwards; softly, the sound of the moving of her hooves were almost like they were not there. His words did certainly not help, but his reassuring nod, the determination in his eyes - they made her heart make a small jump. She nodded in response to his words and again moved her body silently; her steps graceful and silent. She made sure to move at the same time he did so her steps were silenced by the sound of his.

For all she could think of was behind his front door the best place to hide for now. She could run when she needed - she was out before someone could even think of looking around or checking a back room or two. But would she run? Her eyes ran over Sven's body, and shortly hang on to his bandaged shoulder. No, she would not. She could not leave him - if it were Guards, the thing she was afraid of, than she couldn't leave him. They would imprison him if they thought he was hiding her from them. And she would not let that happen.

Her ears buried against her neck, her tail closely held against her hind quarters, she tried making not a single sound as the front door opened up; hiding her in it's shadow. She was not one who would pray, but right now all she did was praying for silence. Just silence.

She could've known, though, that praying was not hers to do. She could hear someone scarping it's throat, and than the sound of it's voice. ''Sorry to bother you,'' a stallion, by the sounds of it. As in habit she shrunk down in an even smaller being. Just leave. ''Could we get some water from you? We've been patrolling the beach for a while now and yours is the first house we stumbled upon. The sun's not good for your throat, y'know.'' She could almost hear his smile in his words. But oh, how she could just feel his friendliness was just a necessity.


[Word Count: 1296 | Post 11] www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZhzN7-Q00KU <3

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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She felt the shadow of the door concealing her dark figure, but it were still her golden orbs shining brightly from beneath her thick curly forelock. She recognized his voice, probably out of a thousand - but she couldn't place it. The slight panic in her head made her wary, and stopped her from thinking clearly. All she could think of was standing ready for take off, ready for any situation that could unfold itself from now. She did not know what was hanging above her head; their heads, how freaking big the patrol actually was, standing outside of Sven's home. If she'd only knew, she knew that running, nor fighting, would probably have no use. She would hang either way, and Sven would hang beside her.

She could feel Sven's nervousness, the tension coming from his skin, even when they were a few steps apart. She could read it from his face; but that was probably because she had studied his face so many times the last few hours. It was hidden away under the surface of his skin, hidden in the depths of his mind and heart. And she could only hope a superficial Guard wouldn't recognize the nervousness from his olive green eyes, while Sven tried to hide it so well.

When the door closed behind Sven's back and it fell back into it's lock, she realized she had been holding her breath ever since the voice of the Guard had teared apart their peaceful silence. Being so close to the door she could eavesdrop without effort, how they asked for water and Sven replied as happy and carefree as he was; offering them water from his water trough. Oh, thank the Gods he had things like that in his house. A shiver ran over her spine making chills travel through her skin. She could hear the soft snorting of one of the Guards and she could just feel the eyes peaking around, trying to uncover anything there was to uncover. And she could've sworn she could feel eyes burning on her, from the other side of the door. She'd been hiding under their noses so many times that it was only a matter of time that she would be found, but it would not be today. Not today; not with him. She stood as silently as she could, holding her breath, not moving a single muscle; just hoping she would disappear in the shadows and go unnoticed. Not only for herself, but even more so for the sake of keeping Sven out of trouble.

Strange how that worked; first all she really cared about was her freedom, but now she realized she would give up anything for him. Just for him.

That same moment it was that she realized there was not a hair on her head that even thought of the possibility of Sven betraying her. He could so easily if he wanted to and that she knew. Her life was in his hands and he could do with it whatever he wanted. She buried her ears even further away against her neck, under her thick bunch of curls; she hated feeling so fragile, so vulnerable. But he wouldn't. She knew Sven would do anything he could to keep the Guards out of his house; to keep the Guards away from her. A warm feeling filled her belly. He would do anything to keep her safe and that just made her pounding heart flutter against the sides of her chest. Before him she never knew the feeling of it, but now that she'd met him and did now it, she would never ever want to let go of it.

Her golden orbs were still on guard, scanning the room and the small window that was there. The walls of his house took the clarity from the sounds and made them sound kinda matt. She could only hear parts of the conversation and without context or reading their faces, she felt kinda helpless. She could swear their were more Guards out there than she thought. Where she had expected a band of maybe three, or four Guards, there were more. Far more. The sounds were too many to come of just three of them and when she realized that, she shrunk to an even smaller being. Again she scanned the room. Where could she hide, if it came to be a necessity? She couldn't cram herself behind the couch; they would find her in a heartbeat. Her eyes wandered over the couch in question, which was messy covered in a few blankets and a pillow. A soft smile curled the corners of her lips, it reminded her of how he had not slept well last night, praying to Cascade to keep his loved ones safe. She almost couldn't believe she'd been in his prayers too if she hadn't over heard him from the other side of the open window. He was too kind and sweet for this world.

Her thoughts trailered off, but the clear, heavy voice coming from outside pulled her right back to reality. "Do you live here all by yourself? Coulda sworn I heard someone talking when we walked up." Please lie. Please make up a good lie. She couldn't help but smile when she heard his voice. Lying like he had done it a hundred times before. And better than she could've hoped for. Maybe because it was partially true, maybe because she had awakened a bad side of him, fighting for the good side of life. Butterflies fluttering against the sides of her stomach at the thought of it, while she could also feel her stomach turn from the nervosity of still being on the edge of getting caught. There had to be only one -just one- stupid Guard that had the incredible idea to 'take a look inside' and their little adventure would already be over.

Coming back to the subject: hiding under a pair of blankets, wasn't such a good idea either. He couldn't lie his way out of that, no matter how hard his heart would fight for it. The result was staying at the back of his front door, hoping that if the front door would be opened up again, she would be in it's shadow again, and would lead them on a cat-and-mouse game as soon as she caught her way to run. She would outrun them; she'd done it a million of times before. Where she lacked strength, she had her agility and her incredible way of thinking when she was in total panic, exactly where they lacked it.

And if they would imprison him, she would do everything in her power to get him out of there. Or she would very well sit with him, caught in her attempt to free him. She wouldn't leave him alone.

Minutes felt like hours; hours of waiting and hearing them fill their water troughs. She silently chew her lip, angry on the fact that she couldn't see a thing; knowing that if she would move one inch towards one of the open windows, one of their damned eyes would see her and find her. This was one of those situations she hated the most. Running for your life wasn't her favorite either, but at the very least you had your faith in your own hands. You could outrun them, outsmart them, simply make sure you wouldn't get caught, but this... This was just waiting on something to go wrong.

She wasn't religious, not at all. But when the silence filled the air, only the ocean breeze there to softly move the curtains, filling the air with a salty taste, she couldn't help but close her golden orbs and send little prayers up to the sky; to whoever wanted to listen. To Alya, for it were her Pegasi she'd tried to help out, to Cascade; for it was her lands she was on. She hated praying. It was like talking to stone walls, expecting to hear words back, words that just wouldn't come. She'd prayed back in the days, when she was still a little filly who did not know any better, and it had done nothing for her. Ever since she had sworn it off, but now that there was even more on stake than her freedom, she couldn't help but pray to every single God; to anyone that wanted to listen, to keep him safe.

The opening of the door sent a shiver down her spine, shrinking down and tense every muscle in her body; ready for take off if it was needed. But when it was his face she saw, breathing a sigh of relieve as he closed the door behind him, she could feel all the pressure glide from her shoulders. Her ears turned forward again and she stepped forward immediately; closing the distance between them. She pressed kisses against his cheek, down to his muzzle and than on his lips. ''You were such a good liar and I don't think I will ever be more happy about that than I am now,'' her voice was soft, muttered, still a touch of nervousness that they maybe would hear her, even though she knew they'd taken off; that they were gone. She could feel his heart hammer in his chest, she could feel it through his skin that touched hers. It was such a close-call and it had been he who had saved her. The careful, nervous glance in her golden eyes had dissapeared and had instead made place for a loving one. A caring one.

''I'm okay,'' she'd said, placing another kiss on the corner of his lips. ''Are you okay?'' she returned the question, slightly moving her head back so she could look in his olive green eyes. She'd never seen him so nervous before and she hated it, but on another hand she absolutely loved the adrenaline coursing through her veins, knowing it was he who'd kept her safe. Just like had had promised.


[Word Count: 1661 | Post 12] Gosh I love that song so much!! <333 It's so sweet!

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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It had been such a close call, it had been so damn close, that she could feel the adrenaline running through her veins, could feel the trembling in her bones, and the incredibly violence her heart was beating with. It was like a drug to her. Ever since she'd grown into a young teenager she loved the feeling of adrenaline. It made your senses go haywire. You could hear better, every single whisper, every single silent footstep. It made her see better, notice things she would otherwise look over. Her nature instinct would kick in, trying to safe her life every single time it was on the line (and boy, it had been many times), fighting for everything it was worth.

Her freedom. That was all she really treasured in life. Her capability of going anywhere she wanted. Being able to think or say what she wanted. Find these little holes in the Talorian law, or bend the rules in ways she could find her way through them. She loved her way of living, even if it had all these dark shades coloring them in. It was all she knew and there was nothing more she could want, for there was, in her eyes, nothing better than just that.

Until she met him. Her gaze wandered over the features of his face while she could feel his heart beat, beat, beat through his skin against hers. It calmed her, soothed her, even though it hammered faster and harder than it should. It was still his strong, beating heart. “I’d do anything to make you happy.” A shiver ran down her spine at his sweet words, maybe the very center of her belly warm up. She wasn't used to being treated so nice, or to have someone be so incredibly honest to her. He made her realize there was so much more than just your freedom. Wouldn't she have given it up, only moments ago, just so she could be with him? She realized that her freedom was worth nothing anymore if he wasn't there to share it with.

She had lost her heart to a stranger in the middle of the night, and there was no way she was going to fight him to get it back. Her golden eyes locked onto his olive green ones, finding the caring look in them so dearly adored. And he still had it, kept it safe. Safer than anyone else would ever be able to. Another kiss on his cheek. ''I'm not used to such sweet words...you're making me get spoiled,'' she chuckled, a slight hint of timidity in her eyes. She so wasn't used to this, but oh boy how she could get used to his. Adoring him, being with him, just fiddling days away and enjoying his company. She closed her eyes as he pressed his head gently against hers. The thought of them being only minutes away of getting their ass busted was already miles and miles away. He was again all she could think off.

A shiver ran down her spine as he returned her kisses with a soft kiss on her lips, feeling them tingling exactly where he touched her. She could so easily loose herself into this, feeling her legs tremble beneath her for a moment, just before he pulled his lips back again. ''You lied just perfectly,'' she chuckled playfully, her skin still under hypertension from their touch and their closeness. ''I probably couldn't have done it better myself.'' That was the truth, anyway. She was good in deceiving, not so much in lying itself. And those Guards...well, those weren't the ones that would let her deceive them. Not now that she was publicly wanted.

She softly groaned in discontent as he moved away, making distance between them again. Her head was dreamy, her thoughts even more so. Her golden eyes followed him as he moved his body through his living room, towards the chairs and sofa, that was still slightly messy and covered in the blankets from last night. Her thoughts shifted and she could feel her cheeks glow. Only the thought of spending the night in his house, spending the night with him, made her feel like a giggly young filly again.

''I wouldn't want it any other way,'' she smiled playfully and set her body into motion, her dark curls dancing alongside her neck as she moved. It felt like only now was the moment she really let go of all the tension she had still been keeping. Not only the bad tension that came from the nervousness and anxiety of getting caught or loosing him, but also the good tension. The tension of being so close to him she could feel his breathing mingling in with her own, so close she could feel his already so familiar scent tingle in her nostrils. That tension she really never actually wanted to let go off.

Even though her gaze didn't cross his, she could feel that his olive green eyes followed her wherever she went, studying her every step and move. It made butterflies flutter in her stomach, made her feel wanted and desired. In a good way. And secretly she enjoyed it.

Carefully, so she wouldn't hurt him and his wounded shoulder, she softly took place on the couch, right beside him. The couch didn't leave much space to sit apart that far, which had resulted in their closeness the first night. But now that she knew him she didn't want any other than being so close to him. Her ears were still on Guard, but it were the familiar sea sounds that made her realize they were all alone once more. ''Is it still hurting you so much?'' she said as her eyes wandered over his bandaged shoulder. ''Have you tried any herbs yet? There are a few that could maybe ease your pain,'' she said as her eyes locked back unto his and directly reminded how she loved his eyes.


[Word Count: 1008 | Post 13]

Passoa | Talori | Rogue

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It was so foreign to her. Not only the way he looked at her, but everything he did. How he talked to her, how his soft touches here and there send shivers down her spine, how his beautiful olive green eyes followed her as she moved across the room. She usually had her set of tricks ready. She manipulated, she lied and she flirted her way through every situation. She learned how to make use of every advantage she had on others and how to make advantages where there were not. It was a way of surviving in a world she had grown to hate. It felt like she was always wearing a mask and as long as she was indeed wearing that mask she knew what she was doing and everything would be fine.

She didn't even know how to take of that mask anymore. She had grown so used to it that she'd grown one with it. Until she had met him and while she hadn't even noticed, that mask had gone straight out of the window, and the lies had gone with it. She felt the utterly strange feeling that she wanted to be honest with him, even when she knew that it had been a mistake in the past. He was different. She knew he was different.

As she settled against him on the small couch in his living room, she could feel the warmth of his skin melt with her own. It brought a small, content smile to her face; a reflection of how she felt her inside be warm and fuzzy being so close next to him. She never realized that it was this, exactly this, what she had been fighting for. Ever since she were young she fought for the feeling to belong somewhere. To have a family, to have something to call hers. It was always in such a distance, that she had started to believe something like this was a myth and nothing more than that. An illusion thought up by romantics to support marriage and make up beautiful story and love songs. Little did she know she hadn't been chasing shadows, or illusions. She had been looking for him, all along, and that while he had been right out of her doorstep.

That was when she realized she craved for more. She wanted to know which foods he loved, which places she had to tickle him to see him burst into laughter, because oh boy, how she loved his smile. But with that, in all truth, came honesty itself from her side too. She had been so against it, it was one of her basic rules: don't, I repeat don't, get invested. And look where she was now.

She was so deep into this that there was no way out anymore. And she did not want to get out of it either. She would give up everything if this could just be. She was suddenly so addicted to a drug she previously didn't even knew existed.

His soft muttering rang in her ears like a melody that you would want to here over and over again. She would never get used to it, but she would love every single second of it. Every single second with him. She smiled. ''I warned you, you're not getting me away from here anymore,'' she giggled before her eyes wandered through the room again. She never thought she would feel so at home anywhere that wasn't her cave in the Wilds. That was what, for her, came closest to a home, while others would probably see it as living as a savage.

She could see how she pulled him back to reality and it made her wonder what had been in his thoughts. Was he still worrying about the Guards? Or were it other things that occupied his mind? She returned a smile when he shot her a reassuring, charming smile to sooth her worrying. It worked a little, but still she knew he was hurting. She'd experienced it herself. As if he could read her thoughts his olive eyes wandered to the harsh scars on her back that were a constant reminder of her history of mistakes and bad choices. She couldn't blame him - they were prominent, and she could've known he had noticed them already, earlier. She hated the scars for they felt like they were showing her weaknesses, even if others might not even see it that way. But she could not remove them, hardly hide them, so she just had to learn to live with them. And she did, even if they still annoyed her.

She felt a little cornered when he looked at her scars, as if she had to defend herself, but when his olive green eyes returned to look in her golden ones, the feeling flooded away as fast as it came. The strong beat of his heart she could feel through his skin against hers reminded her of who it was she was sitting next to. He was worth the honesty. And he would take no advantage of her, he wouldn't.

''It took weeks,'' or months. She couldn't even clearly remember it. It took long - way too long. She had felt like a sheep in a herd of wolves. The big wounds on her back, always flooding her dark coat with a color of red, were as if a 'come and get me' sign was carved on her back. Not to even think of the feeling she had that he had been still wandering around there, somewhere, as she hid from him. A shiver ran over her back, and her ears turned for a second. ''But they were bad, pretty bad,'' she muttered, her eyes wandering back up to him after they'd stared in the distance for a few seconds. ''And I didn't clean it, nor bandaged it,'' she smiled slightly. ''I bet your wounds will heal sooner, especially if you keep using those herbs and keep it clean.''

Her mind pondered as she desperately wanted to switch topics. This was not a good question to start with being honest. She didn't want to be honest. She wanted to lie, just lie and act like it had been nothing. It was the easy way out, especially if the story you were trying to hide from was still hurting you. Maybe not physically - the wounds had healed into scars, but mentally she had changed since than. He had taken her naivety. And she would get him back for that one day.

She could feel his curiosity and she couldn't blame his. She had been a closed book ever since she stepped through his doorstep, but as much as she was, she probably triggered even more curiosity than honesty would. And she knew she couldn't keep silent forever. Maybe she could let him read page, for page, without opening up at once. 

She smiled as her golden orbs looked back up at his olive green ones, a playful light dancing in the glance of her eyes. ''I know a game, usually involved with a glass of alcohol or two,'' or three, or four. Or ten. But she knew he probably hadn't such a big storage, if he even had any alcohol at all. ''But we could do without. You know of something called truth or dare?'' She smirked playfully. ''You ask me a question, I answer it, and than it's my turn to question you. One at a time. And if you don't want to answer it, which would be truth, than you have to dare. Dare to do a task the other one thinks up for you.'' There was a nervous tingle in her stomach, but she was curious too and this was a way of finding out in a playful way, without making the conversation too heavy.

''And I guess it's my turn than,'' she smirked, aiming on the question he'd just asked about her scars. ''What is your favorite taste?'' She would see him as a sweet tooth, but maybe he was soury, or the salty type of man.


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