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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Aug 9, 2016 8:43:09 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
He watched closely for how she reacted to his touch as his soft muzzle grazed over the scars on her back. It was obviously a touchy subject for her, and he certainly didn't want to touch them if it meant causing her any more discomfort. After all, all he wanted was to make her feel loved. He hated that she would even think for a second that any part of her wasn't beautiful, and he wished desperately to change her thoughts somehow, to tell her how perfect and beautiful he thought that she was. As his touch lingered on her skin, he could feel her body react to him. She leaned closer toward him, so close that he could feel her heart beating rapidly under her skin. A smirk crossed his lips, and he allowed his touch to linger there, relishing in the feeling of how her body reacted to his simple touch. While the words didn't cross his lips, Sven heard them ring powerfully in his head. 'I love you.'
No matter how corny or sappy or unbelievable it sounded, Sven knew what he felt had to be love. He'd heard about it and even written songs about it! But now that he was actually feeling these emotions for himself, it felt more incredible than simple words could ever describe. He felt like he could trust Passoa with his life, and he knew very well now that he would give his own away for her. Never in his life had he thought that he would be this close to breaking the law and lying to the Guards! His mother would have a heart attack if she even thought for a second that he was up to this kind of business. He did like to think that she would at least be a little bit happy that he had found someone that he trusted with his heart, someone he knew wouldn't tear it apart. He trusted Passoa more than he trusted most others he had met in his lifetime, despite the fact that so much of her remained a mystery to him. It was a mystery that was very much worth the wait.
When Sven eventually lifted his head, he was greeted by a loving, warm glow in her amber eyes as they looked up at him. It was such a prominent emotion that shown in her gaze that it sent a shiver down his spine, and his own green eyes softened with the same tenderness. He’d never loved someone like this, never felt his stomach flutter with butterflies each time he looked at her or felt a need so desperate to keep her safe and happy. He wanted to spoil her as much as he possibly could and spend countless hours sitting beside her like this. He wanted to hold her tight and let her know how much he cared for her.
He could see the amusement on her face at his answer, and he cracked a grin in return. It had probably been an answer that she had expected. He was an open book whether he liked it or not, but he was certainly not ashamed of the sweet-tooth that he seemed to have. Ever since he was a kid he had fallen victim to the temptations of sweets, and obviously, it had continued on as he grew older.
The room fell silent aside from the gentle sound of the waves outside as Passoa thought over his question. It was a tough one for sure. There were probably so many possibilities running through her head. There was so much this world had to offer that it was hard to choose just one of them. When he heard the warmth in her answer, he couldn’t help but smile. There was doubt in her tone though as she questioned herself, and Sven quickly shook his head. “If that’s what your heart wants, than that’s exactly the answer I was looking for.” He assured her, offering a kind smile. “I can’t imagine not having a family. It must be tough.” Coming from a rather large family who would literally do anything for one of its members, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would be like not to have them. It would quite lonely.
Sven waited for Passoa's next question, his gaze studying her while she thought long and hard about what she wanted to ask. The question she came up with though wasn't exactly what he had been expecting, and he chuckled softly. "A tough one." He muttered playfully before humming in thought. "Well, my parents have tried again and again to set me up with girls that they find. Most of them are Agriculturists' daughters who they surprise me with by asking me to come to some kind of family outing which just ends up as a weird date between two people that don't want to be there." Only Cascade knew how many of these awkward dates his parents had set him up on in hopes that he would find one that he liked enough to marry. Sure most of them were pretty to look at... but it wasn't the same as what he was looking for. "As for why I'm not in an arranged marriage yet, I think they're just giving me some time to find someone myself. They know I don't like the whole arranged marriage thing, and they don't want me and whichever mare they pick to be miserable." He explained, his green eyes drifting toward the floor for a moment as he thought of his next words. "I haven't shown any interest in them setting up an arranged marriage either. I hate the idea of forcing anyone to love someone especially if they know that they may never have those feelings, and I don't want a relationship like my parent's." Sven muttered, his face twisting with guilt. His mother had put up with so much over the years. His parents had been a part of an arranged marriage that their parents had used simply to guarantee another generation of farmers, and while his parents had many children during their marriage, it was obvious that they didn't love one another. It was more like a business relationship. Since Sven had been old enough to remember, he recalled how hard his mother had tried to win over his father. She would wear whatever jewelry she had or wear her hair a different way or pick out a particularly nice piece of clothing, and it seemed that every time, no matter how hard she tried, his father didn't notice her. It was as if she were invisible. It was their relationship that had made Sven promise himself that whoever he chose to love would know for sure how special they were to him.
Sven looked up to see the doubt in her eyes as if she were worried that he may very well be engaged already to some other mare, and he gave her a reassuring grin, gently nuzzling her cheek. Hopefully that had been the answer she was looking for. "You don't have to worry about my parents whisking me away and handing me over to some stranger. I'd run away to the Isles of the Dead before I let that happen." He said in a half-kidding tone. It wasn't too bad on the islands. The crowds were a lot tougher, but everyone there was just trying to make a living just like everyone else. If it came down to it, he wouldn't hesitate for a second to run off to some isolated part of the Isles to live with Passoa.
He thought about what he wanted to ask next. Did he want to ask a more serious question or one that was a little more light-hearted? "Where do you live? I mean, you've got to have some place that you go back to after your travels." He asked. It had been a question that plagued him since he had met her. Where did she come from? It was as if she had appeared from nowhere like a shadow in the night, but he knew there had to be some place that she called home. He didn't care if he gave her a location though. He knew that they still had work to do on how much she trusted him with her secrets, but he would be perfectly happy with just a description of her home. He simply wanted some kind of picture in his mind of where she went to relax and be herself.
Word Count: 1435 | Post #16
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Post by fediarwoods on Aug 12, 2016 13:12:08 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
It felt like her temperature was hitting sky high as she felt warmth tickling at the sides of her belly. Even after his muzzle moved his gentle touch lingered there, making her skin tingle; even there were the harsh scars were carved in her skin. Her heart raged inside of her chest and her head felt light, her mind nothing more than a fuzz of thoughts she.. well.. better kept to herself. Another shiver traveled down her spine as he pulled his muzzle away and for a single moment she felt like putting a pouty face on and begging him to continue, but than the sound of his voice traveled past her fuzzy ears and she was pulled back to reality. Oh, how she would love to stay in that dreamy state of mind all day.
The answer pondered through her head a few times even after she'd given it, but it felt like the most honest answer she could think off, even if it felt like a silly thing to wish for. His kind smile made her lips curl up in a smile too. She just couldn't help it - she loved seeing the smile on his face that shone through in his green eyes.
In return to how he couldn't imagine what is was to live without one, she couldn't imagine what it was like to grow up in a large family. Always having someone by your side, never ever sleeping alone and always having a home to return to. She just couldn't imagine what it felt like; all she could think of was how amazing it would feel like to have something like that.
She tilted her head in curiosity as he muttered playfully, looking at him from under her thick bunch of curls. She could feel the steady beat of his heart as he softly hummed and thought over his answer. It comforted her, even though it didn't take the doubt away. It was probably the thing she had been most afraid of when she was starting to realize she was having feelings for him, as she knew that it could destroy it all in a second.
Her doubt slowly disappeared as he started to speak, and made place for a certain curiosity. She had only ever heard of it from a distance, how parents choose husbands and wives for their children, and married them off like they were the autograph at the bottom of a trading agreement. She hadn't always understood it, but it was a part of the Talorian traditions, so who was she to judge? That was, of course, until she decided she didn't want to be a part of their proper society anymore. Still she didn't use her voice like she used to when she was younger.
His words were heavier than she had expected. It was something that seemed to bother him, or bothered him in the past, and she felt sorry for him. He even looked away from her, his gaze traveling to the wooden floor of his home for a mere moment. She could hear it linger in his words and in the tone of his voice, but also from the guilty look on his face. A sweet smile appeared on her face and she softly nudged her dark muzzle against his neck, trying to comfort him. She didn't mean to make him feel bad about her question. ''You're parents sound like good parents,'' she muttered softly as she looked up at his olive green eyes from under her thick bunch of dark curls. She smiled as he softly reassuringly nuzzled her cheek. making them turn warm again. ''They don't sound like they wouldn't whisk you away,'' she chuckled softly. ''But if they tried - I would run with you,'' she said as she gave him wink of her eyes. She knew the way anyway, and she would do anything if she could just be with him, even if that ment returning to the Isles that had already done her so much harm.
Than to mention she lived there. It was as if he could read it from her eyes - as that was exactly the question he shot at her. ''Hmm,'' she mumbled, as if she had to think about her answer, her golden eyes wandering through his room for a second. Even the calming sound of the ocean waves that traveled through the open window couldn't comfort her, or help her to form an answer. A right answer, that was. There were so many wrongs.
Honest. Just be honest. She didn't realize she held her breath, until now, and as she did she let go of it in a deep sigh, her golden gaze traveling back up to his olive green eyes that casted a curious glow back at her. ''Well... You know the jungle that they like to call the Wilds?'' she tried to be joking, but she couldn't, really, for it was not funny at all. She really loved her home, she honestly did, but she always lied when others asked her where she lived. How could she tell them she lived in a cave, hidden away in what was probably the most dangerous part of all of Aquore? And now she had to be honest about it, to the one she most likely didn't want to tell it to, no matter how honest she wanted to be.
Still, she didn't want to lie to him. The emotions shifted through the gaze of her golden eyes as they shifted through her mind, and she knew damn well he could probably read it, but she was too tired of hiding it away. She didn't want to any longer. ''It is one of the places I wanted to show you, when we promised we would travel together someday. There is a cavern hiding beneath it. I came there time after time, and after a while I started bringing stuff with me, and leaving it there, and now I sorta reside there,'' she smiled as she awaited his reaction. She was afraid he would put the puzzle pieces into place, eventually. But maybe that was for the better, after all, if he just came to know about it slowly, instead of just blowing it in his face the first second she met him.
''It may not sound cozy, but it is. I have all sorts of stuff here and there, and an incredibly comfortable big bean bag, and a bed consisting of pillows and pine needles,'' she smiled as her golden eyes gazed into his olive green ones. Speaking the truth didn't feel as bad as she had thought, and now that she did, she was rambling on about it. She really liked her personal stuff, even if it didn't mean that much when it came to it. It was nice to have.
''I'm rambling,'' she giggled, tilting her head, her curls shifting to one side of her forehead. ''My turn,'' she continued, a grin on her face. She liked this game, even if it ment exposure. A playful, mischievous grin played across her dark features. ''Are you afraid of breaking the law?'' She should really contain her thoughts, but they were going everywhere. The more she started to feel comfortable with him, the more she felt like she could just be herself.
[Word Count: 1224 | Post 16]
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Aug 14, 2016 16:45:55 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
His mind buzzed happily as he sat beside her. Feeling her so close to him, nestled beside him on his little couch was like a dream come true. All those weeks he had imagined her return, he hadn't expected it to feel this good. The exhaustion and worry that had plagued him ever since she had left seemed to have disappeared, and sitting here now tracing small circles on her back with his soft touches was heavenly. Not just because it sent shivers of pleasure through him but because he loved seeing her this way: dreamy, affectionate, and the pleasure his touches gave her was obvious from the beautiful smile on her face and the way she leaned closer to him as if silently pleading for him not to stop. He loved making her feel warm and, most importantly, loved, and it made him crave to do it even more.
He hoped that the answer to her question of why he was not in an arranged marriage had been what she was looking for. He didn’t want her to have to worry about the future or something that might not even happen, and he certainly didn’t want her to doubt the fact that he would be there for her. He wanted to enjoy the moment with her and cherish every second of their time together.
Her question had brought back memories from his past that were less than happy, but it was something that had shaped him into the stallion that he was today. Without seeing how his father treated his mother, he wasn’t sure who he would be today or how he’d treat a girlfriend or wife.
Sven tried to wipe the troubling look off of his face but wasn’t able to do so before she noticed. The feeling of her dark muzzle against his neck as she comforted him certainly went unobjected though, and he leaned into her touch, relishing in the feeling of her soft nose against his skin. He sighed gently at her words, nodding in agreement. “They are, and I love them dearly. They just… don’t love each other, and it pains me to see them stuck and so unhappy.” Sven admitted, looking down at her amber eyes as she gazed up at him. “Sorry. That got a little darker than I had intended.” A soft chuckle escaped him. He knew most others wouldn’t let something like this bother them. They would have moved on and went about their own lives, but the memories of his mother’s despair had always haunted him to the point that he never wanted to be responsible for causing someone that amount of pain and insecurity.
His ears swiveled her way when she spoke again, and an affectionate smile crept onto his features. He felt kinda bad for liking the idea of her running away with him especially since he would be taking her away from whatever it was that she did too, but it was still comforting to know that she might if the situation ever arose.
The nervousness his question had caused her was obvious on her face and by the deep sigh that passed her lips. Maybe he should have asked something a little bit easier to answer, but he couldn’t help but be curious. He liked her mysteriousness, but it would be nice if he had some sort of idea of what her home looked like. Was she worried of what he would think, or was it something more than that? Did she not have a home at all? While it pained him to think that his question caused her this much anxiety, Sven had a feeling that this might be his one and only chance to ask it with the light-hearted atmosphere of this game. After this, any questions he asked might sound like some kind of interrogation. At her question, his brow quirked curiously, wondering where it was that she was going with this. “Yes, I know of the place.” He answered back slightly playfully, but from the look on Passoa’s face, this was anything but joking to her.
His green eyes shined with an intrigued glint as he grew eager to know what her answer would be. ‘It must be pretty bad if she’s this nervous about it.’ He thought to himself, seeing the pain behind her eyes. Preparing himself for the worst, Sven didn’t really expect the response she gave him. She lived there. She lived in a cavern behind a waterfall in the Wilds. Passoa’s answer had sounded like she thought he would think it was the worst thing ever like he would judge her for her choices or where she lived, but all he could think of was how relieved he was that it hadn't been something bad at all but something pretty cute when he imagined her in her happy, cave home.
A smile pulled up the corners of his lips listening to her talk so excitedly about her home and he belongings that she kept there. It was obvious that she loved it there. “Well, to start, I apologize for ruining the surprise for when we do travel. I guess I was a bit impatient.” Sven joked, chuckling softly before continuing, “It sounds absolutely wonderful. I can tell that you really love it there, and if you love it, I’m sure I will too.” He muttered and placed a small, comforting kiss on her cheek.
A playful smirk appeared on his features in return to her own mischievous grin. “Well, it depends on what kind of law breaking we’re talking about. I’m against raising my hooves on anyone unless I absolutely have to, so murder and assault are out of the question, but some of the other Talorian laws…” Sven paused for a moment, mulling over the many, many laws and traditions they as Talorians were expected to obey without question. They were the most outlandish things. How was one supposed to love anyone and not show that in public? How could one have any sort of fun here without fearing that the Guards would be chasing after them to drag them to jail? “Some of the laws are just silly. If I want to travel, I shouldn’t have to ask first. If I want to gamble and get a little drunk one night, I should be able to without having to worry about being arrested, and showing affection to someone shouldn’t be seen as ‘crude and disrespectful’. Love should be open for the world to see, not hidden behind closed doors.” While his words rung with a deep passion, they remained light-hearted, and Sven chuckled when he finished his little rant. “Sorry, the artist in me sometimes hates how controlling things are around here, but the answer to your question is no. I’m not afraid of breaking the law as long as no one else would be put in harm’s way.”
His turn again. His eyes turned down to look at her as she adjusted the dark curls on her face. Maybe something a little more innocent would be a good question to ask this round. “What’s your favorite kind of music?” Sven asked, the Entertainer side of him wanting to know what she liked to hear the most, and over the years, he had learned that music could say a thousands words about the person who listened to it.
Word Count: 1254 | Post #17
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Post by fediarwoods on Sept 13, 2016 7:02:45 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She didn't know the parts of herself that began showing, but she liked how it felt. Being so open, being honest - even though it was hard, and being so incredibly close to someone. It felt so different than anything she'd ever felt before, and was already addicted to it. It was so real, and yet it felt like she was in a constant state of dreaming. She never had dreams like these - usually when she dreamt, it were nightmares. Nightmares that made her beg to wake, making her beg that it was not real. But this, this was so different. This didn't want her to wake up - this made her afraid that if she blinked one time too many, it would all turn out to be dream and that it would be shattered by waking up.
Yet when she felt the soft touch of his muzzle tracing circles on her back she knew she wasn't dreaming. He was really there, sitting so close beside her, and the realization of that made the fluttering in her stomach come to life again. She became to adore the feeling where it at first confused her so badly. The confusion was still there, but in the back of her mind, and she had come to accept it. It was just that insecurity of knowing they could be punished for such closeness outside of marriage, it was the realization of not knowing where this would end, that triggered all her senses at once.
As he gazed down at her, she could see trouble clouding his eyes. She couldn't understand how parents could put their children through something like that. The insecurity of not knowing who you will end up with, not knowing if your future will be tortured by someone you're just not able to love, or if it will turn out to be alright after all, if you are lucky. She couldn't understand that parents were aware of that mistake, still being in the consequences of that mistake, and than being capable of executing that exact mistake on your own children. She smiled a bit faintly. If she would have children one day -which felt like a big if- she would never make the same mistake her parents made. Not in a million years.
''I will still show you, one day,'' she smiled. Before the troubled feeling could settle inside of her again - pondering on how many ways of bad this could go, she noticed the playful smirk upon his face, and the eagerness in his olive green eyes, which she returned with an even bigger smile. The kiss he placed on her cheek made her want to smooch his face with kisses and hug him to get even closer to him, being so incredibly happy with how eager he was to get to know more about her, and having not a single sign of judgement in his expression or written in his words. She suppressed that feeling though, which made the fluttering, warm feeling inside of her grow, the speed of her pounding heart fastening again. Never had she thought a game of truth or dare could be so exciting, or daring, which made her realize that with him, she would probably like anything they did.
When she'd stepped through his door months ago, and had only hours later starting to feel things for him she'd never really experienced before, she'd been so afraid that he was your regular Talori-guy, and that would eventually shatter the feelings that were growing between them. She was the complete opposite of everything you shouldn't do by the Talorian law, and she was afraid he was the perfect example on how you should behave. But now that she'd asked the question, and got her answer, she realized he wasn't so willing to follow those rules either, even though he would have a harder time breaking them than she had.
There was a passion in his words, and it warmed her heart to hear it ring through in his words. ''I love hearing you're just as free-spirited as I am,'' she giggled, her golden gaze finding his olive green eyes again.
She couldn't help but softly laugh at his question. How slightly intimidating the last had felt, so incredibly innocent was this one, the twinkle of a smile dancing in the lights of her eyes. ''When it comes to music I love to hear music where you can hear the love. Where you can hear the passion coming through their words. I love happy music,'' she giggled. ''If that is even something. I think they call it reggae music, but I'm not sure,'' she smiled playfully as she watched his eyes. She didn't know what kind of music he usually made, but she could imagine that everything he would sing, she would love. But maybe she was a bit biased by now.
''Hmm,'' she hummed softly, as she let her eyes glide through his living room again, softly letting her head rest against his neck as she pondered over her next question. The sea softly crashed on the shores and retrieved in the background, the breeze traveling through the window. The sounds were so comforting, and even though she had always loved the sound of it, she swore she enjoyed it even more now. ''From all places you have once been, what is your absolute favorite?''
[Word Count: 901 | Post 17][I'm so sorry I'm such a slowpoke, I had such an art/write block for a while and the chapter drained every bit of inspiration I had </3]
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Sept 18, 2016 9:00:29 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
This moment felt like the most blissful dream he had ever had. His heart fluttered in his chest in a way that it never had before. Nervousness was something that didn't come easily to him, but he found it buzzing inside of his mind, clouding his thoughts. The thought of someone seeing them like this, seeing their closeness and knowing that they weren't married, terrified him. It would mean being jailed or worse... branded. They'd never been seen by the rest of the Talorians the same way again if they were to be found like this. But the more Sven thought about it, he didn't have a care in the world if they were caught. His muzzle traced small circles in her back, taking in her comforting, beautiful scent, and he paused for a moment when he reached her curly mane. If he were going to get in trouble for anything, he wanted it to be this. He didn't want to hold anything back even if it meant being thrown into jail or branded as a law-breaker. Sven didn't want to have any regrets when it came to showing Passoa how he was truly beginning to feel about her. He wished for her to have no doubt in her mind that he loved her when the time for that.
Seeing her worry about sharing such personal information about herself slowly disappear brought a smile to his face, and he couldn't hide the glow of happiness that shone on his face as he sworn he could feel her heart beat quicken underneath her skin. "I look forward to it." He muttered softly, his green eyes softening at the thought of seeing her home for himself. He imagined walking into it and being surrounded by her belongings. It would be like taking a glimpse into her mind and seeing what comforts her and makes her feel at home, and Sven couldn't help the excitement that filled him as he thought of the day that they would eventually travel together to those unknown, exciting lands that he had yet to experience. That journey was going be even more incredible with Passoa at his side.
Sven wasn't worried about the passion that rung in his voice as he spoke about his opposition toward some of the Talorian laws. It was evident that Passoa felt similarly otherwise she wouldn't have asked, right? "It's not common that you find someone who shares the same views as you about the law, especially if you're one of the few that hates it." He explained, casting her a small smile. "It's nice telling the truth about how I really feel about it without worrying." The stallion agreed with her. It was joyous to hear and be with someone as free-spirited as yourself.
His eyes gazed down at her while she hummed in thought about his question, studying her expression as the gears of her mind turned. "Reggae you say?" Sven grinned playfully at her response. "That happens to be one of my favorite styles to sing. Gotta love music that makes everyone that hears it even just a little bit happier." He answered with a wink in her direction. While he did tend to sing a lot at the temples, he did greatly enjoy the shows he did at parties or markets where he was able to sing exactly the way he wanted and bring upbeat, joyful music into his audience's life.
Sven pondered on her next question, chuckling softly. "That's a tough one." He admitted, casting her a goofy grin. How was he supposed to pick just one magnificent place that he had been to? They were all special and beautiful in their own individual ways, and it felt like he was picking his favorite instrument (another nearly impossible task for him). "My favorite place by far has to be the beaches around the Southern Gulf especially the remote ones that are bordered by the Wilds. They're untouched by equines and are absolutely gorgeous." The Entertainer explained, his eyes gleaming dreamily as he imagined those white sand beaches and the crystal-clear water of the gulf. They were his favorite place to visit, and he didn't think he would ever grow tired of the sight of it.
"What about you? What has been your favorite place that you've been to?" He asked curiously. Passoa had probably been to so many fantastic places for whatever she seemed to do for work that he couldn't even begin to guess what her favorite of them all might be.
Word Count: 756 | Post #18
[Don't worry about it, hun! It's totally okay! <333 I hope your inspiration comes back soon~ ]
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Post by fediarwoods on Oct 6, 2016 7:16:11 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her thoughts, her feelings: they were a complete mess. Every inch of her was longing for him, while in the back of her mind her instincts were still kicking in every now and than. She was head over heels for him, and the more she started to realize that, the more she was afraid to find bumps down the road. What would he think if he found out she was some glorified thief, a smuggler? What would his family think, if he did decide to not care for that matter? He couldn't marry her - that would be a shame on his family name, and in her thoughts no traditional Talorian family would ever let that happen. And what if he wanted to start a family, some day? The thoughts panicked her mind, she was rushing herself into things she had never thought of before, as they now suddenly seemed closer than they'd ever been before.
The more she realized she never wanted to leave his side again, that she didn't want to erase him out of her life like she had done with any male before, she started to realize that things would be changing. And change was scary, more scary than any Guard could ever be.
Still this fear, this trouble, and even this panic, were only a thin layer in the back of her mind. The feelings fluttering in her belly, the fact that he was so close to her, softly tracing figures on her back, it soothed her, soothed her more than anyone, or anything else every could. She almost forgot about her fears, let down her guard, and let him in.
Let him in.
She had never ever let anyone else in. Ever since she had been a tiny filly she'd thrown up those walls, and as she aged, the walls grew higher and thicker. So thick that she doubted anyone could ever burst through them, not without a fight.
Oh, what an illusion that had been. Her golden gaze traveled up to his olive green eyes, his voice bringing her back to the dream that she knew was reality, and her trouble melted away like snow would in the heavy tropic sun.
She watched him grinning at her at her response. Little did she know that it was his favorite style to sing too. ''I can't wait to hear you perform one day - maybe I should visit the temples, or the streets of Inaria more often,'' she smiled and winked playfully. She tried to envision him with his instruments, crowded with people, making beats on his drums and singing to it with his beautiful voice. It ran chills down her spine, and she couldn't help but smile wider. ''In that case my answer might not have been completely correct. I think it's your style of music I like best,'' she giggled as she watched the passioned look in his olive green eyes. He really was an entertainment at heart, and she probably couldn't see him as something else either.
As she expected he had to ponder over his question for a little while. She knew it was a hard question. On her travels she often asked herself what was really the most beautiful place she had ever been to. She had several, and they were all so different that it was hard to pick your choice between all of them. He probably felt just the same. Still there always was an answer, if you looked long enough for one. She could just see him up in his mind, it somehow strengthened his expression, made his jaw come out more. She could feel butterflies flutter inside of her belly, feel her cheeks slightly warming, and averted her gaze for a moment to come to her senses again.
Her gaze found his again, when his words reached her fuzzy ears. She smiled, a dazzle dancing in her eyes, and she found the exact same expression in his olive green eyes. She knew exactly what place he talked about. It was when she was a little filly when she had visited the remote beaches for the first time. The beautiful, raw shapes of the beach and the bordering Wilds, the throbbing sea threatening the beaches every time it rolled upon it's shores. It had calmed her when she was sad or completely jolted, and she had come there often. As she grew up she came there less and less, but still, when she felt uneasy, or needed some peace up in her mind, she found herself on that same beach again. ''It has to be by far one of the most beautiful beaches out there. I came there often when I was a little filly. It's a shame I never bumped into you there,'' she smiled. It felt weird to be honest, and yet so comforting. She still had to get used to that.
She chuckled playfully when he returned her the question - she could've known that. There were so many. She had visited Sedo once, and the dunes with all their different kind of desert plants, the gorgeous river separating the land; it had all been absolutely stunning, especially since it had been her first time seeing the land. But Eithne was beautiful too, in it's own way. The structures were incredible and breathtakingly beautiful too. She pondered over the question for a while, until she decided on an answer.
''I have once traveled through a small part of the Barrier Mountains when I stumbled upon a cliff. The height was incredible - it was countless of heights higher than the rest of Aquore's lands, and it was there where I could look over it all. The Wilds crawling up against the Mountains' feet, and against the beaches bordering the great sea. All the small villages scattered over the open land, and how incredibly big Inaria is, even from such a distance. It was breathtaking, the height dazzling. I traveled back down soon enough, but that sight always stayed with me,'' she said as she smiled, a small light dancing in her eyes from the thought of it. Aquore had been so beautiful from up there, and she had always wanted to visit the cliff again, but after loosing her path in the Mountains and wandering in circles there for a couple of days, she had never had the guts to visit the Mountains again.
When she looked up to him again, her sides softly moving against his every time she breathed, she smiled, a sudden smitten look in her eyes as she realized how close she had let him come; not only physically, but also mentally.
She hummed shortly, ''How many siblings do you have?'' she asked curiously. The question probably came somewhat out of nowhere, but not for her: the trouble still slightly clouded the back of her mind, and all she could think about was his family, and what he would do if he found out about her job. On one side she wanted to tell him, so badly, but on the other she still was insecurely content on keeping it a secret for a little while longer.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Oct 6, 2016 13:17:47 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Her secrecy worried him. For someone to be that closed off to everyone around them, to throw up so many walls to hide their past and feelings, there had to be something dark to hide. He couldn’t even imagine what could be that bad that she would want to keep it a secret, but it wasn’t like they had known each other for a very long time. Maybe it was just something a little more personal than she wanted to tell someone she had basically just met, and maybe it would just take time to learn all these things about her that his mind wished desperately to know. He was a patient horse. He could wait for however long it took her to trust him if it meant being closer to her. To him, that was certainly worth waiting for.
His olive green eyes traveled over her face, studying how the curled strands of her mane framed her delicate face. In all his years, he’d never seen a mare so beautiful. His ears twitched when she spoke, and he averted his gaze toward the window that pointed toward the ocean in case she had noticed his stares. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he liked her only for her outward appearance (which was certainly not the case). He didn’t want her to think that he was just like some other stallion that was just chasing after mares for more… promiscuous matters. But of course, he wanted her to know, or at least have an idea, that he liked her in more ways than just an acquaintance. ‘Wow, this flirting thing is a lot more complicated than I thought.’
A wide grin crossed his features at her words, feeling his face grow a little warm at the thought of seeing her in the crowds of horses to watch him perform. “Maybe the next time I go to Inaria to perform, you can come with me. I can offer front row seating~” He offered with a crooked smirk. It sent chills of excitement down his spine to imagine her listening to him sing in front of a crowd. It would be different than the time he had sung to her during that storm that had brought her to his home that fateful night, but maybe it’d be a chance for him to impress her.
Sven listened intently to her words, imagining her as a little filly wandering the isolated beaches in search of something intriguing and new. A chuckle passed his lips when she mentioned that it was a shame that they hadn’t crossed paths there before. “It is a shame. It seems that there are plenty of times in the past that we could have crossed paths: the beaches, the villages. I’m sure there’s a reason why we haven’t met before though.” Sven was a firm believer in fate. Cascade had a plan for everything including relationships. If they were supposed to meet further into their past, it would have happened that way. “But it would have been fun to meet you there.” He could only dream of meeting her on some isolated beach near the gulf and how alone they could have been together there on those white sand beaches.
He studied how her face lit up as she spoke about her favorite place that she had ever visited. He watched her golden eyes spark with excitement and wonder, and he could almost envision the landscape that she described. It sounded wondrous and astounding, so much so that he couldn’t even imagine how he would feel seeing it for himself. “It sounds beautiful. I might have to take a trip up there just to see it for myself.” He muttered half-jokingly, casting her a playful smirk. He’d certainly have to add the Barrier Mountains to his list of places to visit.
Sven felt his stomach warm at the feeling of her sides against his own each time she took in a breath. It made his heart flutter inside of his chest to feel her skin against his own, but where his Talorian traditions should be telling him to move away, to put space between them, he found himself only wanting to get closer, not just mentally but physically as well. He wanted to feel her heartbeat against his skin and feel her warmth against his own. He wasn’t sure what it was about Passoa, but something about her seemed to draw out the adventurous, rebellious side of him. The side he was constantly fighting to hide away from his fellow Talorians. Sven wasn’t afraid of showing her this side of him though. In fact, he wanted to reveal more of it. He wanted to be free, and with her, he felt like he could finally be himself.
A chuckle escaped him at her next question, and he gave her an innocent smile. Oh goodness, he could hardly keep track of how big his family was, but at least he knew exactly how many siblings he had. “I have five younger siblings, three brothers and two sisters. You could say that my parents liked to keep themselves busy with things other than farming.” He muttered impishly, giving her a playful wiggle of his brows. He always joked about how many children his parents had, but he supposed when they needed help on the farm, they didn’t have far to go to get help when they had that many kids around the house.
Sven thought long and hard about what he wanted to ask her next. They’d covered the basics: what they liked and disliked, favorite locations of Hireath, music. “Did you have any jobs before the one you have now?” He asked curiously, tilting his head down to look at her. He didn’t want to press to know what she did for a living currently if she were this hesitant to tell him about herself, but he didn’t see the harm in asking if she had had any other occupations in the past.
Word Count: 1024 | Post #19
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Post by fediarwoods on Oct 31, 2016 11:04:46 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She had caught his stares. Just before he averted his eyes to gaze over to the window, she had seen the delicate glance of his olive green eyes, wandering over her small framed face. It made her cheeks tingle, a shy dazzle washing over her golden eyes. She had never seen any stallion look at her like that before. Looking at her like she was precious, like she was beautiful. It made her shiver, made her feel warm, made her belly tickle. It made her feel like she was worth something. So foreign, yet she already felt so addicted to it. She wanted closer, she wanted more.
Yet she was so afraid. She didn't want to open up, it just sprung up against her nature. Opening up mend being fragile, and fragile mend getting hurt. Years and years she had tried to keep herself locked up from others, to just be shallow and have some fun here and there, but she always ended up alone, on purpose. She felt like she was the only one she could trust, but now she felt like she couldn't even trust herself. He made her head spin 'round, made her feelings go through the roof. He made her feel like she could be fragile around him, that he wouldn't hurt her. But she had been there before - and she had been naive back than. But was she still? He had changed her, and years over years had changed her even more.
She was not naive anymore. Could she trust him? Her golden eyes wandered up to his olive green eyes, studying his face where a wide grin crossed his face as he invited her to come with him to Inaria in the future. In return to his, a smile curled up the corners of her lips and she gave a nod with her head. Not only to his question, but quietly insecure to her own question too. She felt like she could trust him. And wasn't that all she needed?
''I'd really love to be front row to your next performance,'' a dreamy dazzle dancing in her eyes as she murmured, a smile crossing her rose grey face. She could only imagine him tapping to the beat, singing along with the tones of one of the songs they liked playing outside of the temples in Inaria. Every time she visited Inaria, she always saw one or more entertainers lifting people's spirits at a corner of two, but imagining him as one of them felt strange. She'd only met him in private around his house, and horses could change when they were in other surroundings. They couldn't be this close outside of these walls. They would get branded for it. The thought of that made her shiver, yet it triggered a chunk of adrenaline. After all these years of living among the Talorians, she still couldn't understand how something so sweet and loving could be punished by a brand; or sometimes even worse. And then daring to tell others they were criminals.
''I wouldn't advise going up there alone though. I got lost so badly that day, I believe I wandered around for days before I found the path I was looking for,'' she said as she smiled a bit impishly. She surely was getting better and better at finding her way all over Aquore, but there were still places she would rather not go to, or would get to the better of her, and the Barrier Mountains sure seemed to be one of them.
She could feel a cold draft traveling behind them, and her golden eyes danced over to the open window. The wind outside was slightly cooling down as the sun started to set. She could see it from the light that fell in his living room; it started to change from a white light to hues of orange and red. She could almost say it was a shame they were inside, but she liked the comfort, warmth and closeness of his body to hers so much she couldn't and wouldn't complain. In fact, she felt like she wanted only more of it.
As she softly leaned against him in the comfort of his body warmth, she could feel his heart hammer in his chest. She could feel it through his skin that slightly brushed against her own. She could feel the fresh scent of coconuts tickle in her nose every time she inhaled. It made her head spin and triggered senses she didn't even knew she had. It almost felt like she was on a high, one she never wanted to get down from. She couldn't help but imagine what would happen if the night would eventually fall. She wouldn't be wanting to sleep in his bed alone. She wouldn't let him banish himself to the couch in his own home, when she was more than perfecting fine with sleeping next to him. Oh, but only the though of it made a shiver ran down her spine.
Her golden orbs looked up to his face when he answered her question. For her it was hard to imagine what it was like to have such a large family. Never being alone, always someone to talk to or to play with as you grew up... It was the complete opposite of what she had, and she could say she was slightly jealous for it. ''I'd must have been nice to never be alone as a foal. I can imagine it to be quite busy. but cozy, too,'' she replied, her head pondering. ''You still see them frequently?'' she asked curiously. She smiled as she looked up at him, and couldn't help but giggle at him when he joked about the number of children his parents had. ''They sure knew how to entertain each other by the fireplace,'' she playfully winked at him.
The silence that fell was comforting and peaceful. The one that followed after that, for sure felt like the opposite.
She felt like panic breaking out in her mind for a second, and she swallowed to keep her mouth from getting dry. When she looked back to him, she saw him looking down at her. His olive green eyes curiously, but not pressing, and no single sign of judgement. He was just curious, and wanted to know more about her. And she trusted him, right?
Her ears turned around; a habit of hers when she was nervous. ''I-... Well, I never really had a job before this one. The mare that raised me wanted me to follow into her footsteps and become a Cleric. When I was around her she tried to teach me, but I was never interested enough to keep my attention. I was not at home that much, and when I grew older I was around even less. Until I ran away from home entirely, and started wandering around the Isles,'' she paused for a moment, staring up at his green eyes. Isles. She shouldn't have said Isles. She was afraid to carry on with her story; knowing there was no returning after she had spoken it out. ''I...I just rolled into it. It was never my intention to choose that side of the law,'' she muttered more quietly, averting her golden gaze from his. As she spoke the words out, she felt guilty. It had been completely her choice to do so, even though the circumstances had helped making that choice. And she was slightly content with her way of doing so, that was until she met him. Her head went into overdrive, and feeling vulnerable and struggling with the fact to carry on with her answer, with her story; she just shut down.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Oct 31, 2016 14:27:35 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
It was obvious that she had caught his lingering eyes but how could he not stare just a little while longer? She was like an angel that had landed in his life, one so mysterious and intriguing that she had caught his attention which was a feat in and of itself. He wasn't known to be a stallion after just one girl's heart. He liked to dance along the line of socially acceptable among his fellow Talorians by flirting with the shy, quiet mares of the herd, the ones that wouldn't dare disobey the herd's laws and customs but held a beauty that a young stallion such of himself couldn't resist chasing after.
When he looked at Passoa, though, he slowly started to realize how she had stolen his heart. Never before had he felt this way. His stomach fluttered inside of him, and he felt himself drawn to her. He wanted to know more about her and to be closer to her even if it took years to get to that point. Sven felt as though he could wait an eternity if it meant he could be at her side day in and day out. Even if she didn't trust him just yet, he trusted her, and he wanted to get closer, he wanted more.
But what would that mean for them? Sven didn't want to just be some one-night stand that she left in the wee-hours of the morning while he was still slumbering away. He wanted something more meaningful, and it didn't help that he found himself a little traditional when it came to wooing someone. Wanting to treat someone well and show through tenderness and caring actions how much they truly meant to him didn't leave much room for meaninglessness. But hopefully, Passoa was searching for a relationship similar to the one he was.
His eyes drifted to the open window after feeling a rather cool breeze drift through the opening. He had hardly noticed how the colors had changed around them from the bright light of the daytime to the brilliant pinks and oranges that came with the setting sun. "I can't believe that it's getting dark out already. It seems like we just started talking," he said with a hint of sadness in his tone, though a bright smile shone on his face. Wow, time sure did fly when you were having a good time!
As he talked about his family, a fond smile grew on his face. He remembered all of the times that he had wished he were a single child during his youth, but now that he was older, he appreciated how many wonderful memories he had and the fact that he had so many horses that he could rely on if he got into some kind of trouble. "They're definitely entertaining to say the least." Sven chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly at the thought of all the crazy things his younger siblings seemed to get themselves into. "I do still see them fairly often. Not as often as they'd like, but with all the traveling that I do for work, it's hard to find the time to visit all the time." Sven admitted with a lopsided grin. His lopsided grin turned into a wide grin that was soon followed by a hearty laugh at her playful comment. "It does seem that they're pretty good at entertaining each other!"
He could see the panic on her face as the light in the room grew slowly dimmer and dimmer as the sun went down. Sven desperately wanted to take his question back and exchange it for something more innocent. Maybe he'd made a mistake that would inevitably chase her away. Why did he have to be so nosy?!
As she began to speak, he could see the hesitation and fear on her face and hear the worry in her voice. It wasn't until her last statement that she paused. The Isles. Sven blinked in surprise to her words. She worked and lived in the Isles, and from the talk he had heard about the Isles, only one kind of horse lived there: Rogues. He'd heard horrid things about the Rogues that called the Isles home. They were thieves and murderers, crooked folk who would sell your soul for a quick buck. Sven wasn't the type to believe what he heard though. He liked to experience things for himself. Unbeknownst to those he knew, Sven had traveled to the Isles to perform for the horses that lived there. He jumped from bar to bar and occasionally sang his merry tunes on the roads that criss-crossed the islands, and he met plenty of Rogues during his travels. Most of which didn't intend on causing him any harm even though he was sure a few of them had less than friendly occupations.
Seeing her golden eyes shift to the floor guiltily made his chest ache. "Passoa, look at me please," he said softly, using his telekinesis to gently hold her chin, "Your job doesn't make any difference on how I feel about you. I don't care what you have to do to take care of yourself... unless someone tries to hurt you because of it. If they try that they'll have to deal with me." Sven said with a angry snort. Just imagining someone hurting her made his blood boil, but a gentle sigh escaped his lips. His gaze was soft as he looked down at her and continued speaking. "What I'm trying to say is: I'd like you whether you were a farmer or a Rogue or a Concubine or even if you belonged to another herd. I can tell that you're kindhearted, and I have a feeling that you wouldn't hurt someone unless you had to in order to protect yourself. Rogues aren't typically represented well on the mainland, but as someone who has met a few for myself, I know most are just doing what they have to do to survive." Life was certainly harder on the Isles. There was a lot more danger and trouble to get into, but that didn't mean that the horses there weren't like any other horse in Aquore. "I just want you to know that I still trust you, and thank you for trusting me," Sven muttered softly as his muzzle traced a tantalizingly slow trail on her warm pelt to gently kiss her cheek.
Word Count: 1070 | Post #20
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Post by fediarwoods on Nov 1, 2016 10:39:05 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She regretted it the second she'd spilled the words. In her eyes no traditional Talorian would accept any creature that crawled the filthy earth of the Isles. No matter what your excuses were, or how kind-hearted you was. A Rogue was a Rogue and in the eyes of the mainlanders, there was no good to be found among them. Her stomach tied up in a knot, chills running down her spine. She felt the need to flee, to just get out of the situation she now felt became too difficult to handle. She wasn't mend to be honest. She wasn't mend to be open. And she for sure wasn't mend to end up in such a honest relationship with someone who felt like he lived on the other side of the world; on the other side of her world. He was the good kind of stallion she didn't deserve; the good kind of stallion that were married out to good parents' daughters. The stallions that were the pillars that kept up the whole of Aquore. She felt like she was the complete opposite of him, and a relationship between them... How could that ever end up well?
But oh, how bad she wanted it. She would trade everything in exchange to just live her life at his side. To not leave him again; to not have to worry anymore. She would do anything if she could just be on a high and believe in that dream. She knew it was impossible. She didn't want to destroy his good name, didn't want to pull him with her on the dark road she'd chosen to walk. He deserved so much better than that.
She drowned in her worries, and didn't even notice she'd stopped talking. It wasn't until he softly spoke to her that reality pulled her back to earth. As she felt the gentle touch of his telekineses to hold up her chin, her golden eyes wandered back up to his green ones, and her mind just froze. She'd expected to see disgust, judgement or distrust, but instead all she found was a soft, gentle glance over his olive green eyes. She stuttered for a moment, but than his voice broke the silence again. She studied his painted face as he spoke. His strong jaws, his gorgeous eyes that felt like the deepest seas as she gazed into them, his blonde locks that just fit him so well. It took a few seconds before his words sunk in, and she actually understood what he was saying.
He didn't care? How could he not care? It felt like her mind couldn't comprehend what he was saying. He had met Rogues before, had wandered the isles? And he'd somewhat enjoyed himself there? Out of all of the Talorians she could've wandered into, how could she've ended up on his doorstep? She would almost start to believe in fate again. It couldn't be just coincidence, it felt way too good to be just coincidence. He was so different to all the other stallions she had walked into on her travels. He was the sweetest, most sympathetic stallion she'd ever met and now he was telling her he didn't give a care in the world if she was an already married wife to their dear Empire, or simply a thief of the isles? She couldn't believe her ears.
His muzzle wandering slowly and gently through her pelt left an enchanting, tingling feeling wherever he touched her, and send all her senses on a high. She closed her eyes for a second, and oh so willingly let that feeling take over. It felt like it calmed her mind, as if she could finally lay her worry to a rest and just do what felt right. Not what would be best, or just stay over on the safe side. She would risk everything, if that mend she could be with him. And from his words, it seemed like he would do the same for her. A small smile cracked on the surface of her worried face when he snorted slightly angry in between his words; swearing he would protect her from any who would want to do her harm.
''You're so incredibly sweet. I don't deserve someone like you,'' she muttered as he softly placed a kiss on her cheek. Just at the point that she'd accepted she had completely blew up her chance on a normal life, and had settled on the fact that she would be a wandering thief, a smuggler, a half assed pirate for the rest of her life, she'd found him. Her whole sense of reality seemed to have changed ever since she met him. Where she normally would do anything to safe her own skin, she would now trade her own to safe his.
''But I want you so badly,'' she muttered even softer as she opened up her eyes again, and her gaze trailed back up this eyes, his beautiful eyes. His eyes weren't the dark, deep color that hers were, but a bright one; a color you could dream away into. Or at least she could, for days and days. ''This has pressed my mind ever since I started realizing you were-,'' she paused, for just a second, her golden eyes wandering down to his muzzle, and back up to his olive green eyes. ''You are more than just a stallion. You've wandered my dreams ever since I've visited your house that night,'' she softly confessed. She finally felt like she could truly be honest with him; even more so than she was to herself. Slowly she moved her muzzle towards his, and placed a kiss on his lips. Longer than the times she had done before, and when she pulled her muzzle away again, it was only for a few inches. She could feel how his breath softly tickled in her nostrils, and it teased her to kiss him again. ''It feels so good to finally be honest to you,'' she muttered under her breath, a golden light dancing in her eyes.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Nov 1, 2016 15:29:57 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Hearing that she was a Rogue certainly came as a surprise to him. Of course all of her secrecy had prepared him for the worst, but he hadn't expected to hear that she lived such a dangerous lifestyle: smuggling goods in and out of Aquore and pirating. He didn't doubt for a second that Passoa couldn't fight for herself though! She was spirited, and he could imagine her being quite hot-tempered if provoked. It worried him though to imagine her that way. From what he had seen during his short trip to the Isles hadn't been pretty, and the life of a Rogue was a rough one. If they weren't fighting each other, they were running away from the law. Sven hadn't minded visiting though. Most of the Rogues he met seemed to have a good heart (especially for a traveling performer only there to sing a few bar songs here and there), but he didn't want to see her get hurt... or worse.
He wished he could wipe the nervous, guilty expression from her face as she regretted telling him so many details about her life. Just because she was a Rogue didn't mean that he didn't love her. It didn't mean that she wasn't all that he knew her to be: charming, funny, tenderhearted, and so many other things that he could go on for hours. Over the years, Sven had learned how to read the expressions on the faces of those around him. It was an important talent to know how to read the crowd while he was performing to see if he should continue on or change tactics, and with practice, he had learned to see if someone was lying. He wasn't perfect at it, but he was fairly certain he could tell if Passoa were lying about all of this. Her demeanor would be vastly different: her touch wouldn't be a tender, her eyes wouldn't hold the same fondness when she looked at him, and her kiss wouldn't be as sweet. There was no way to fake affection, to fake love. You either have it or you don't, and from the soft look in her golden eyes, she certainly had it.
Passoa was like no other mare that he had met. He loved her confidence and charming behavior that seemed to be hidden in so many other mares that called Aquore home. She didn't fear showing off her beautiful personality and different quirks that made her herself. She was incredibly unique, and Sven found his attention captured by every little thing about her. Not only was her personality perfection but so was her physique. Her dark, curly hair always seemed to flow so perfectly even if she thought it looked frizzy or out-of-sorts, and her eyes were a shade of gold that reminded him of the setting sun on the ocean. He could study her for hours without getting bored for even a moment.
As a small smile cracked through her nervous expression, Sven couldn't help but feel his heart melt in the warmth that filled him seeing her smile again. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it brightened the sorrowful features she had developed after confessing her most inner secret to him. A lopsided smirk crossed his face at her words as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek. "Then I'll just have to show you that you do deserve someone who'll treat you like this," Sven responded, letting his side rest gently against her own on the small couch that he found himself wishing was just a little bit smaller.
His heart fluttered rapidly in his chest at the whispered confession that left her lips, and his eyes locked onto her brilliant, golden orbs. "You have no idea how badly I want you," he murmured in a husky tone, "But I promise that you will." His words surprised even himself, but he couldn't deny that they were the truth. His ears swiveled toward her to listen intently to her soft spoken confessions, and he couldn't help the smile that painted his face. "I'm glad that I haven't been the only one having dreams. You've been in mine as well." Sven confessed almost sheepishly, and a small chuckle escaped him. As she slowly moved closer toward him, he felt as though his heart was going to beat out of his chest, but when her lips met his, all he felt was utter bliss and peace wash over him. He felt as though he were soaring on the ocean breeze, and the awkwardness that had been their first few kisses seemed to have disappeared and been replaced by a much more confident embrace. Passoa eventually pulled away from him, leaving her muzzle only inches away from his own. He felt her breath gently fall on his skin, and he could smell the fresh, crisp scent of pine needles on her pelt as she kissed him again. "I'm so glad that you trust me and feel comfortable enough to be honest with me," he admitted in a soft tone that matched her own quiet mutters.
Just as soon as the sun had been shining brilliantly across the room and over them did it seem to disappear and be replaced by the dim, soft light of the moon that slowly crept up into the sky. Sven could see the twinkling stars in the sky through the windows as he glanced away from her for a split second before they settled on her face again. "I can light a few candles if you want to stay out here longer, or we can continue our little game of truth-or-dare in bed if you'd like... unless you've changed your mind about sharing a bed with me." Sven offered her a charming smile, his olive green eyes studying her features in the dim light.
Word Count: 979 | Post #21
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Post by fediarwoods on Nov 3, 2016 16:47:04 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Slowly his words started to settle in. She had felt the weight on her shoulders all the time she'd spend with him. The constant pressure of counting your words; the constant feeling of playing an act, while you were trying to be your best; trying to be honest. She felt like she couldn't, as long as she had to keep half her life a secret for him. She didn't want to lie; she didn't want to be so secretive and keep him on a distance. But it had been so hard. She didn't trust a single creature in the world and had been defending her heart with bare teeth to anyone that she felt came too close for comfort. She had never let anyone close since she'd been a little filly, and now all of a sudden, he had broken right through the walls and stolen her heart before she could blink her eyes. And she wasn't the one for admitting, but she was head over heels for him. Her belly felt like a garden full of butterflies; her head felt like it had been in a state of dreaming for the entire time and her skin felt tingly and enchanted everywhere he touched her. And she loved it; she adored it. And she wanted more, so much more.
She could feel her heart fasten inside of her chest as she watched his eyes from the small distance that was still between them. She could see the dim white light of the moon reflect in his eyes as they looked down towards hers. They held a glance in them she hadn't really seen before as his voice broke down in a husky whisper that send chills right down her spine. She was close enough to feel his body heath reflecting towards hers, to feel his breathing against her skin and could feel his heart beat faster than she thought it could. She absolutely loved the way she felt his body react on the soft kisses she placed on his lips, making her want to give him only more of them. She didn't even notice how the fresh breeze that traveled through the open window pulled the temperature lower, all she could see was him and his olive green eyes looking down at her so lovingly. It was the most precious thing she'd ever seen in the world, and she was totally smitten on it.
When he looked away for a split second, she realized she had been staring. She felt slightly busted, her cheeks burning red under her rose grey coat as she followed his gaze towards the open window. Where it felt like the sun had been shining so brightly only minuted ago, the light blue sky had now turned completely dark; almost a pitch black, covered in a million of stars. She could see one of the two moons, knowing that the other was not far away from it, enlightening the land beneath it with the soft white light that shone from them. As she studied the night sky for a couple of seconds, she felt a certain peace wash over her. Realizing the weight had finally lifted of her shoulders, she now truly felt how tired she actually was. She'd been such a worrywart and had been going into panic over literally every fault she could make, didn't do any good for her energy level.
As she turned her gaze back to him and met his olive green eyes, she could feel her belly flutter. She returned his charming smile with one of her own, as she tilted her head slightly. A few strands of her curls danced over to the other side of her face. ''But your bed is way too big for me alone,'' she answered a bit sheepishly, but the playful light that danced in her golden eyes betrayed her. ''And you don't know if it's about to storm outside. I think it's safest if you come with me,'' she said with a playful smiling playing across her face, closing in the distance between them. She knew how clear the weather was outside: she had been staring at it only seconds ago, but that didn't mean she couldn't use it as bargain. She softly brushed her muzzle against his before she kissed the corner of his lips, her golden eyes watching his. ''But I would love to continue our truth-or-dare in your bed,'' she whispered softly, playfully, before creating the distance again.
She felt such resistance to stand up from the couch. She absolutely loved how close she was settled against him on the couch, and she hated bringing distance between them again. The only thing that made it do-able was to know that it wouldn't take long before she could settle all against him again; but this time in his bed. Only the thought of it made her shiver. She felt like a giggly filly all again, where everything was exciting and new. But she had done this before. Perhaps it felt so different now that there were actual feelings involved, where she had first thought them to be heavily overrated. Now she knew better: it was the best damn drug out there.
With a deep breath she unfolded herself and pulled herself up from his couch. She could feel the cold breeze brushing against her sides, making her tremble for a second under the difference in temperature. Oh, how badly she wanted to turn and push herself on that same spot on the couch again, cuddling up all against him and fall asleep right and there. A charming, playful smile pulled up the corners of her lips as she turned her head to look at him. ''Are you coming, Romeo?'' she said playfully, in that same tempered, almost whispered voice as she locked her dreamy gaze on his olive green eyes.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Nov 3, 2016 19:04:05 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
All of the tension of waiting for her to finally give in, to finally trust him enough to tell him the secrets that so obviously weighed her down was released in an instant. He noticed how much more relaxed she seemed after her confession and having him tell her that it was okay if she were a Rogue. It certainly explained why she was running away from the law! But Sven didn't like making assumptions or making up stories that probably weren't even true especially about someone he loved so dearly. He wanted to think the best of her and know everything that he could about her. He wanted to know the little things: what she liked to eat, her favorite pastimes, her favorite color, and now that he knew of her life on the Isles, he felt like he was even more connected to her than before. It felt as though he had cracked through a hard, protective surface that she had covering her heart for so long, and it brought a small smile to his face to see the peaceful expression that replaced the nervous tension on her features.
Passoa brought out a side of him that he had never witnessed before. It was a side of him so attentive and passionate that some might not even be able to recognize him, but it was also a side of himself that he was quickly learning to love. He knew with these feelings came the high that was his life whenever Passoa was there. With her, he felt like he was on one of the best drugs in all of Hireath. His heart hammered in his chest, his stomach fluttered like thousands of butterflies were fighting to be released, and every time he looked at her, he couldn't help to be flooded with the songs that begged to be written about her, and he couldn't help but want to show her how much she deserved someone to treat her like the queen he thought that she was and to have someone to trust and protect her.
A smirk pulled up the corners of his lips at the sheepishness in her voice, but the glint of playfulness in her golden eyes betrayed her. Sven pretended to ponder over her words with a hum, knowing very well what choice he would make. "Well, you do have a point about those tropical storms. You never know when one of those could blow over, and I couldn't let you be frightened by one," he said playfully, casting her a playful grin as she closed the small distance that had been between them. It felt like the perfect dream and one that he hoped that he would never awaken from.
The meaning behind the words that had come from his mouth so confidently finally began to settle in. She was going to be in his bed with him. His Talorian-raised ways began to whisper in the back of his mind. What if someone came by and saw them? What if somehow someone found out that he was sharing a bed with someone that he wasn't married to? For a split second, worries swarmed his thoughts, but Sven quickly shook them off just as he always did when worries threatened to ruin things. There was nothing to worry about. Hardly anyone ever came this far south on the shore, and Sven certainly wasn't ashamed of his feelings toward Passoa. He wasn't afraid to show them either even if it meant that he was given a few more odd stares around Aquore. Passoa was worth it all.
Sven hadn't noticed in all of his inner thoughts that she had stood up from the couch, and he glanced up when he heard her coy whisper. The dreamy gaze in her golden eyes was enough to assure him of his choice, and a charming smile appeared on his face. "Right behind you, Juliet," he muttered softly, shivering slightly at the sudden coldness of not having her nestled so closely beside him. He hadn't realized how empty and cold he felt without her beside him until then as they walked through his home toward his bedroom, and he wished desperately to be nestled back in the comforts of the couch beside her. Where they were headed right then though would probably settle his desires though. He couldn't deny the feeling of excitement and giddiness that buzzed through him, causing his heart to beat more rapidly in his chest. The very thought of sharing a bed with her was enough to make him tremble.
As they entered his bedroom, Sven hoped that Passoa wouldn't noticed how his legs quivered slightly in excitement. Gods, it would be so embarrassing if she thought he was scared of the possible repercussions when that was definitely not the case. His olive green eyes wandered over toward her form that was illuminated by the moons' light that came through the window in the room, and it seemed as though his eyes couldn't leave her as he studied the unfamiliar shape of her in his bedroom. Oh how he wanted more of this. It was little things like this that Sven found himself replaying over and over again in his head in her absence. He remembered how she laughed and smiled, how she ran through the shallows of the ocean in the moonlight, and how she had looked like a goddess among all of his mundane belongings.
Tossing up the covers of his bed for the two of them to climb into them, Sven crawled into the blankets, anticipating their shared warmth and tender moments in his bed. He patted the open bed beside him in a welcoming and playful manner, holding the blankets with his telepathy to throw over them once she had climbed in. "Care to join me?" He asked, his gaze almost sheepish as his eyes watched her. "And I do believe that it's your turn to ask me for a truth or a dare."
Word Count: 1001 | Post #22
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Post by fediarwoods on Nov 27, 2016 14:33:05 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Standing up made her feel like she had finally come out of the trance she had felt she was in. The cold wind that traveled through the open window softly tickled her sides and gave her shivers. She could feel her temperature dropping slightly, and she silently longed for his body warmth to be so close to hers again. It was a simple desire she was familiar with, but one so different that she felt completely new to. Yet everything she had experienced here, inside the cozy walls of his house, felt like she had never felt before.
And than these butterflies fluttering against the sides of her belly, those were new too. She asked herself why now, why him? But when her gaze traveled through his room, alongside all of his little nicknacks, and finally wandered over to him, she knew why. His muscled, painted body, the amazing smile that could brighten every day of hers, no matter how crap one could be, and than his beautiful olive green eyes that could woo her in a second. She felt weak in the knees as she realized how love really felt, and how bad she had it. Sure, she had had her fair share of crushes, one more in reach than the other, but never had it really come to loving one another. She'd created certain bonds that couldn't been seen as relationships. They usually were destructive, sick relationships that none were getting better out off, but she'd never seen it that way. Now she did. Everything seemed to be in another perspective. It was as if she had been blind all along, and had now finally received the capability to see.
Her golden orbs almost glowed in the dim lighted room as she watched him get up from the couch; a smitten look glancing from her eyes. His muttering made the hairs in her neck rise, gave her shivers, and made her question the favoriting of his singing voice. She loved the way he sung, and the things he sung, but oh how she loved his soft, hushed whispers. It felt like she could melt into a puddle right than and there every time his muttered voice reached her ears.
She followed him through the living room and into his bedroom. The room was slightly smaller than his living room, but felt open and cozy by the window that was right next to his bed. She gazed outside for a few seconds, taking in the sight of sea shimmering in the distance, the two moons reflecting the landscape beneath them with their illuminating light. Soon her gaze traveled back to his, where he tossed up the cozy blankets of his bed for them to get into. Her mind started to ponder as she watched him. She felt a certain nervousness, but she couldn't place it. Maybe it was just a reflection of her own fluttering desire in her stomach, or maybe it was Sven who was feeling nervous. Was he? She blinked twice, her head just slightly turning to the side as she perked her ears forward at his question, a smile playing on her lips. ''I wouldn't want anything else,'' she muttered in between her breath as she crawled up into his bed beside him.
His bedding felt incredibly soft, and his cushions puffy. It was nothing like the bed in her home, which was simply a pile of blankets, pine needles and bedding made of leaves. His bed wasn't such a warm spot as the couch had become, but she didn't doubt the fact that it would warm up to them eventually. With a shiver pulling over her back from the cold that surrounded her, she crawled up closer to him until she felt his sides against hers again. A content smile played across her lips, and quite innocent she looked up back to where his eyes were. With the moons reflecting in his eyes the color of them reminded her of shallow parts of the sea; there where you could see the fishes swim all so clearly beneath you.
And just like you could in the sea, she felt like she saw more than there was on the surface. Was he really nervous? She didn't want to push him to do anything he didn't wanted. She turned her ears around for a moment, her head slightly turning as she tried to figure out where his doubt could come from. Didn't he want to share his bed with her, was that why he wanted to sleep on the couch? Had she pushed him further than he wanted? He was raised a Talorian, after all, and wasn't one of their rules that you couldn't be intimate before marriage? But he could have said no, if he'd wanted, couldn't he? And he was playing along just as much as she was. She tried to shake off the feeling, as his playful and sheepishness in his eyes comforted her slightly. Maybe she was just seeing ghosts.
''Hmm,'' she muttered softly, as she closed her eyes for a few seconds. She silently pondered over her question, but at the same time she was enjoying the moment. Never had she felt this comfortable around someone else, and she just couldn't seem to get used to it -- in a good way. Her golden gaze trailed down his face, following his blaze to his pink muzzle where it lingered a few seconds, fighting the urge to kiss him, before her eyes locked back on his again. Oh, how badly she wanted more. More of him, more of his touches that brought shivers down her spine, more of their closeness. But she didn't want to push it, didn't want to go too fast and blow things. Thus she pushed herself into thinking on another question she could ask him.
''There are still so many questions I could ask, it's hard to choose just one.'' She could ask him what one of his biggest weaknesses was, what song he most liked to sing, or what he really wanted to do before he one day couldn't anymore. That was when she settled on one of the questions pondering through her head. Maybe it was good to start with a more innocent one again. ''What is your earliest memory?'' her tone was so soft that it was almost a whisper, adjusted to the silence around them, the only sound being the rolling sea outside and his calm breathing beside her.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Nov 27, 2016 18:59:27 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Seeing her standing there at the window in his bedroom was like a dream that he never wanted to wake up from. He never wanted this moment to end, and he knew that in the future, he'd be replaying every second of this over and over again. He'd remember the way the moons' light shimmered on her pelt, how it gleamed in her golden eyes as they turned toward him. He'd recall the small, innocent smile on her face as she climbed under the covers of his bed and how she scooted over closer toward him as he rested the blankets over them.
Oh how he'd never get over the feeling of the butterflies that fluttered madly inside of him each time that he looked at her. He could feel the pit of his stomach warm in nervous energy, but it wasn't the kind of nervousness that came with bad consequences. It wasn't the kind of negative emotion that came with getting into trouble and being thrown into jail or worse, banished to some part of Aquore where they kept the unlawful type of Talorians, the ones that just barely aren't breaking the law but are different enough to anger the old-fashioned that rule over the Talorians. While Sven had thought of these things when thoughts of Passoa passed through his mind that went very much against his traditional upbringing and the laws that governed them, this nervousness that coursed through his veins was something very different.
This nervousness had a giddy-like quality to it, and it arose in the mystery and unfamiliarity of the moment that he was sharing with Passoa then. Never before had he shared a bed with someone, and he had certainly never thought he would be sharing a bed with a mare that he was not married to. It was against Talorian law to have sexual relations outside of marriage and one was not to show affection to one another where others could possibly see. There wasn't a law about simply sharing a bed in your own home with no one else around with your crush though. They weren't doing anything wrong at the moment according to that law... but Sven couldn't help the feelings that fought to reach the front of his thoughts. He wanted more... he wanted her. Despite all of the laws and rules and morals he had had hammered into his head throughout his youth, Sven's desires begged to be indulged.
But he knew that he couldn't. While they were both already living on the other side of the law, Sven couldn't bring himself to act upon any of the desires that itched in his mind. He didn't think that wanting more of her was a bad thing, and he certainly didn't care if the imperial guard themselves kicked in his door to take him away to prison or banishment for some 'unlawful', lewd act. Sven just didn't want their relationship to be founded on that singular thing. He'd seen relationships that had started from the beginning with private affairs and had once seemed beautiful and bountiful be ripped apart once the physical attraction grew weak or boring. He wanted growth and closeness to develop between them first to the point where, when it finally did happen, the anticipation and spontaneity of it all increased every emotion and feeling, turning it to utter bliss and pleasure that would be indescribable (not that it wouldn't be perfection and pleasurable if it happened any sooner). Sven guessed, no matter how alike he and Passoa were with their thoughts of how the Talorians should be, he was still a little bit old-fashioned, and he prayed that she would be okay with that. He didn't want her to think that he didn't want more or didn't want her, but he hoped that she would understand why he wanted to wait.
As he laid his thoughts to rest and returned to the present, Sven rested his head on Passoa's withers with a content sigh, bringing the two of them closer than they had been before. Their skin touched, and Sven could feel the warmth bounce between them. It wouldn't be long before the bed was just as warm and welcoming as the couch had been. A blissful smile painted itself across his face as he relished in this wondrous moment. His eyes sought her amber gaze just as she looked at him with a sweet look of innocence that flashed across her features, causing his stomach to flutter and shivers to run down his spine. Oh gods, he wasn't sure how long he would last in wanting to wait even just a little while if she looked at him like that. But he would settle for a gentle, affectionate kiss to her cheek... for now at least. "I wish we could make this moment last forever." Sven muttered softly, desire ringing in his tone.
After a few moments of comfortable silence between them, a soft chuckle rumbled in his throat and chest at her words. "This game definitely makes it hard to just choose one thing, but that's also what makes it so exciting." He said and offered her a playful smile as she thought of what to ask. He knew he'd be having the same amount of trouble figuring out what he wanted to ask when his turn rolled around again. But it was a fun challenge for sure that ended in the reward of knowing more about the mare nestled beside him.
His ears twitched, catching her whispered question. He lifted his head slightly, thinking deep into his memories to recall the earliest of them all. It was an easy one to answer, though as Sven gazed at her, he began to notice that, with the spell she had him under, he probably wouldn't hesitate to answer even the hardest of questions she might ask, and he wasn't even mad about it. If this was what love felt like, all of the butterflies and being comfortable enough to open up and show a side of himself he normally had to hide, Sven didn't want to argue. "My earliest memory.... I think the earliest that I can remember if when I brought one of our mother goats and her babies into my parent's home one day while they were working. They tracked mud and dirt all through the house, and I don't think I'll ever forget the look on my mother's face when she got home to see that mess. I'm pretty sure my dad got a quick smack to the face for laughing too." Sven chuckled and shook his head at the trouble he remembered getting in for that stunt. He could still smell the cleaner he had had to use to get the mud out of the carpets! "I think I spent the next week cleaning the house from top to bottom too just to learn my lesson."
And then, it was his turn again to find a question to ask her. There were so many that he could still think of, but he found himself wondering whether to go down the innocent, happy trail of thought or ask more serious, prodding questions. "Do you have any family? I don't think you've mentioned them much before..." As he muttered his question, his gaze looked up toward her face from its rested position on her shoulder. It wasn't exactly an innocent question, but it was a simple yes-or-no type that she could choose to answer concisely or broaden depending on how much she wanted to reveal about herself, and being from a larger family, Sven always found himself curious about everyone's family or lack thereof.
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Post by fediarwoods on Dec 15, 2016 13:34:42 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She felt a peace washing over her that she hadn't experienced ever before. Sure, she knew how to rewind when she was at home and finally had some time to relax, but this was different. This feeling of belonging, this feeling of being completely where you felt like you wanted to be, was something new. It was a strange feeling. It extinguished her desire to run and it settled the spark of doubt that trembled through her mind every few minutes. It didn't feel like she needed to doubt anything. There was no place she would rather be, and there was no one in all of Hireath she would rather be with. Was this what she had been running from all of this time?
She smiled at his soft muttering, deciding that she shared that thought with him. She was not one to pray to the Gods -- not at all, to be honest, but if praying mend that she could stay here forever, that she would be his and he would be hers until the end of times, than she damn well would start praying. She nudged up against him, as if she wanted to crawl even closer, while reality was that she really couldn't. She wanted to be entwined with him, have his scent linger in his nostrils as she felt asleep, having the certainty that he would still be there if she woke up. She closed her eyes as she took in the scent that lingered in his fur. Her head felt dreamy, her mind playing games with her. She could only imagine the dreams she would have if she would fall asleep right then and there.
''I would give up everything if this could just be, forever,'' she muttered under her breath as she opened up her golden eyes. Her gaze traveled to his muzzle and followed his broad blaze towards his green eyes. She really would give up everything. She would no longer need to have the thrill, nor the adrenaline. All she wanted was him, closer than they could be close, and doing all things the Talorian law forbid.
She let go of a sign she didn't knew she had been holding, a smile playing across her lips. Oh, how happy she was the blush on her cheeks couldn't show as he kissed her there. She couldn't help but chuckle on his mention that choosing a question was hard. ''Especially when you're trying to stay decent,'' she spoke on a hushed tone, a golden, playful dazzle dancing her golden eyes. She could feel her belly making spins, but she tried to ignore it, and just linger in the tingling feeling his kiss gave her.
Her fuzzy ears perked forward as his voice broke the short silence. And as he did, she couldn't help but laugh. ''Oh Gods, I can only imagine how mad she was seeing hoof prints of dirty goats all through the house,'' she giggled. ''I guess it was their own fault -- they should've told you goats don't belong in the living room,'' she grinned as she watched the glance over his green eyes of the happy memory he had and told her about. The feeling of how he trusted her, the way he was so open, it made her feel like she had finally, truly, won someone's trust. Without lies. Without manipulation. Just by being herself. That was a first, if she memorized right.
She expected an innocent question back, one who would require thought, but not much more than that. Instead it was a more serious question, and one she would normally lie about. Her ears turned around as she looked at him and pondered over her answer. No could do, but in reality it wouldn't. Therefor it was way too complicate. ''I won't like calling them family, to be honest...'' her voice was low, silent, and a raw tone of honesty to it. It still hurt to know that she had family out there, somewhere, that just want nothing to do with her. ''I mean, I have a mother, but I don't have much memory of her. My father took me from her when I was little. He is out there somewhere too, but someone who gives his own child away shouldn't be called a father,'' she murmured as her gaze traveled through his room. Looking away made speaking easier -- it gave her room for thought, without depending too much on a reaction.
''He was married, you see. He shouldn't have spend that night with my mother, and above all things -- I shouldn't have been there.'' Her voice crack than and there, as her sentence silenced. She couldn't help but feel hurt for a moment. Just a moment though, as she straightened herself shortly after. She didn't wanted to look hurt. She hated speaking things out, as it made her realize that it wasn't all a nightmare, but had happened for real. ''I might even have siblings, or half siblings. I don't know, really.'' Her golden gaze traveled back towards his. She didn't even know if her mother was still alive, and if she would even recognize her if they would cross paths. She believes she would, but the memory of her was vague and she was still really young when her father took her to Aquore. You could say it was her earliest memory, but one she would rather just forget about instead of remember. She knew her father had a family out there, one with a at least one kid, and maybe even more out of marriage, but she didn't know and never had the desire to break up a family over him. He wasn't worth it.
She smiled as her eyes found his green ones. Curiosity was what lingered in them and it was what it awoke in her too. She pondered over her question for a while, but settled on one fairly quickly. ''If you could choose from all songs, which one is your absolute favorite?'' It was a question she had been pondering on for a while now -- ever since she figured out he was an entertainer, to be honest. He song a fair few songs, and probably knew even more, but he had to have one favorite, and she was curious to know which one that was.
[Word Count: 1052 | Post 23] [Sooo sorry for the late reply </3 Imma try and kick my butt into gear for fairly quick ones again <3]
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 16, 2016 21:29:09 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
He let out a gentle sigh, feeling his body relax against the warmth of her small, petite frame. It was a relaxation that not even the most intent meditation in the hot springs of Cascade's Grotto could bring him. Being among the soft blankets of his bed and feeling her soft fur against him was a feeling that he never wanted to end or to forget. It was utter perfection laying there in bed with her. Each breath he took was filled with the fresh scent of pine needles that lingered on her fur. All of the worries that had clouded his mind seemed to dissipate the longer they were intertwined underneath the covers.
Sven began to wonder why he had even harbored any doubts about this. While it went against Talorian traditions, there was always loopholes in the law. They technically weren't doing anything other than sleeping, and they weren't doing it where anyone would be able to see them. Plus, as he relished in the feeling of himself wrapped around her, resting his head protectively on her shoulders, he wanted even more for the Talorian traditions and laws to change. Even if it sent them both to Torrine, his only desire was to be with Passoa.
He smiled charmingly at her whispered comment, feeling his spine tingle at the feeling of the warmth of her whisper brush against his ears. A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest as he nuzzled into her curly mane. "I most certainly agree," Sven muttered in a soft, husky tone, casting her a warm grin.
The rhythmic sound of her chuckle brought a smile to his face, but he was thankful for the cover of darkness as her comment made a small blush appear on his cheeks. His stomach twisted, not out of nervousness this time, but out of excitement and giddiness. "Well, we don't have to try terribly hard to stay decent if you don't want to? We still haven't ventured into the other part of this game after all. Dares could be... exciting." Sven's voice was playful as his eyebrows wiggled mischievously at her.
At the instant silence that followed his question, Sven sensed that it hadn't been as innocent of a question as he had originally thought. It always slipped his mind that others weren't as lucky to have a loving family like his own, and from the hesitant expression on Passoa's face, he could guess that she hadn't had the family that everyone deserved to have. His olive green eyes filled with concern as she wove the tale of her "family", the family that she had been ripped away from and abandoned her. He agreed with her; a father that left their own child for someone else to care for was not a father. He should have been a man enough to fess up for his acts and raise Passoa like any father should, but he hadn't and that was enough to make Sven bubble with frustration that anyone would do such a thing, especially to Passoa, even if the child was conceived out of marriage. "I'm sorry," he muttered quietly, casting a concerned, worried look in her direction before nuzzling her cheek with his soft muzzle. "No one should have treated you, or anyone else for that matter, that way. I'm sorry that you didn't have much of a family growing up."
Sven couldn't even imagine not having a family that loved him (even if they were a little annoying at times). He had always had the reassurance that someone had his back and that he would always have a place to take shelter from the storms that life threw at him. Even after he had confessed to them that he hadn't wanted to be a farmer like themselves and his grandparents, they had still accepted him and the career that he wanted to pursue. But perhaps, Passoa would meet the mother she had been taken away from again someday. Maybe they would reconnect, and Passoa could enjoy having a mother for at least a little while. Sven kept that hopeful thought to himself though, not wanting to stir up any more bad feelings than he already had.
After several long moments of silence, he was brought back to the present as his ears twitched at Passoa's next question. His favorite song? Oh gods, this question was what he imagined picking a favorite child was like. Every song had its own uniqueness to it that made them joyous and fun to play and sing to Sven, and he had to think deeply to think of one that he would call his favorite. "This is a tough question. Every song is so unique and holds their own meaning." He explained, his brows furrowed in concentration. A light bulb went off in his head after a few moments of pondering, and a wide smile painted itself on his face. "If I were to pick a favorite, it would have to be a song called "The Ocean's Daughter" that I learned on the Isle of the Dead. It's about a frail, sickly filly that was chosen at a young age by the ocean to follow in its footsteps and learn of its ways. The song talks about how the ocean carved her into a beautiful goddess that eventually was given the blessing of becoming the brightest star in the sky so she could watch over the tides and the horses that she loved," Sven explained before casting her a charming smile. "Maybe I can sing it to you one day."
It was his turn yet again, and Sven thought hard about what he wanted to ask. There were so many questions and curiosities buzzing around in his head that it made it nearly impossible to choose just one, but as he thought, an idea appeared in his mind. "I'll be the first to ask a dare," he muttered impishly, feeling his heart skip a beat as he looked into her golden eyes. "I dare you... to move a little closer. I promise I don't bite." Sven's tone was as playful as the smile on his face. He was doubtful that she would even be able to move any closer than they already were, but his mind itched with the desire to at least try. He wanted to be as close to her as possible... both mentally and physically.
Word Count: 1067 | Post #24
((OOC: Pft! Don't worry about it, hun! Your timing is perfect! <3 ))
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Post by fediarwoods on Dec 18, 2016 10:23:46 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She was so close nestled against him she could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart through his skin, mingling in with her own. It was a soothing sound, a sound of comfort. It reminded her of the rumbling sound of the sea that pushed it's way upon the shore. It sounded like home. She closed her eyes as she led her head rest upon one of his pillows for just a moment. She couldn't even remember the last time she had felt so at home, so in place, that she felt like she didn't have to worry. All the worry that had been crashing through her mind lately -- his safety, her choices, the threatening Flight, the mistakes of the Talori, everything seemed so far away. It felt so out of touch. It was like all that still mattered to her was Sven, and with him so closely laying against her, his head resting upon her shoulders, she felt like it couldn't be more perfect. She could feel his pelt tingle against her scars, but where she would normally be startled by anyone touching her scars, she couldn't feel more comfortable with him laying there. It felt like he protected her and would keep her out of harm no matter the consequences.
Never had anyone made her feel that way. She had always been alone out there and always had to take care of her own, because no one else would. The Cleric mare tried for a while, when she was still a little filly, but she had never accepted her care. She'd been so bruised by loosing the one she'd bonded with, that she had completely closed herself off. And that had stayed that way until she grew up to be a teenager. There were times in her past that she felt were dark and she absolutely hated. She would love to erase them, if she could, but she knew she couldn't. They were a part of her and would always stay that way. They had made her who she was today -- a strong mare, capable of caring for her own, no matter the cost.
But now that she finally found what love was, she felt like she knew what she had been missing something all along. A smile played upon her lips as his soft, husky whispering brushed her fuzzy ears and the warm, tingly feeling his soft nuzzling in her mane gave her. She hadn't been knowing what she was missing, but now that she knew, she felt like she was even more addicted to it than any other drug she had ever tried. Yet it felt like it brought new weaknesses too, together with strength. She wouldn't know what to do if she would loose him, or if she one day would find out she was yet again too late to keep him from harm. The feeling made her chest tighten up, made her feel like her heart would completely shatter. She felt like she couldn't live without him anymore. She wouldn't want to.
Her golden eyes traveled sideways to where his olive green eyes were, the worry loosening his grip upon her, and that smitten look replacing it again. She was so in love with him, did he even know? She studied his face and the way a smile played on his lips when she told him how hard it was to stay decent. ''Ah, if you even knew how exciting I could be,'' she replied, playfully slightly provoking him, the butterflies fluttering in her belly. She loved teasing him, loved seeing how he reacted on her, and how far she could take him. She didn't even care where they would end up, as long as they ended up together.
She bit her lip for a moment as her voice fell silent again with the answer she had given him. It wasn't a nice story, it never had been. She had lived it over and over again in her head. She had tried to think of the reasons he could have to take her from her mother, how her mother had her reasons to so easily give up on her. And even though she could come up with answers on her questions, they were never good enough. No excuse was one good enough to abandon your child. She could only imagine the amount of love she might one day feel for a foal, for her foal, and she couldn't think of leaving him or her alone. How could one? It hurt her that they'd done so easily, or at least it seemed, but it was something she had learned to live with over the years.
A soft, fragile smile played upon her lip when he softly nuzzled her cheek. ''Don't be sorry,'' she muttered softly in return. ''I just hold on to the fact that they will be sorry, one day,'' she said as her golden eyes trailed through his dim lighted bed room. She really believed they did, or at least she hoped so. They would have missed her, somewhere along the way. She kept strong on that thought, and considered it their loss that they'd tossed her to the side so easily.
She sighed softly as she let go of the last tension she had been holding. Only now that she lay there with him she felt how tired she truly was. The peace that had washed over her had finally made her realize that she was an incredible worry wart. She knew how bad it taunted her mind sometimes, and how tiring it could be, but sometimes she just couldn't help it. The soft, strong pounding of his heart and his warm, melodic voice made her feel like she could finally rest, finally feel in place though.
She watched the expression on his face change as he replied to her question. He had taken a while to ponder on his reply and had probably choose it with much thought. It peaked her interest, enlightened her curiosity even more. ''That's true, but there must be one that sticks out more to you than others,'' she replied as he furrowed his brows in concentration. She didn't recognize the song by name, but when he started to explain it it seemed to ring a bell. She had heard something along those lines. It was one of the songs they would loudly sing with their drunken voices in the taverns, or on the decks of the pirates' ships. It was a song sung everywhere on the Isles of the Death, and she wasn't surprised it was there where he had learned it. She returned his charming smile -Gods, one that would make her belly turn into hoops- with one of her own, her golden eyes shining from under her thick bunch of curls. ''That's a promise -- you should sing it to me one day. I imagine it sounding so different from the pirates voices that used to sing that song on their ships,'' she replied with a dazzle dancing in her golden eyes. She loved to hear him sing, especially when it was just to her.
She relished in the warmth of their embrace, the blanket hanging from his shoulder over her back, his head resting so gently on her curly mane. Her fuzzy ears perked up when his mutter disrupted the silence. She could softly feel his heart beaten faster in his chest, but maybe that was just her imagination on her own that felt like it could beat right out of her chest. Her golden eyes stared into his green ones as he dared her, his tone playful, just like the glance in his eyes. She seemed to drown in his eyes for a moment, feeling like a bunch of butterflies tried to free themselves from her belly. She tried to push herself closer to him, her pelt against his, their hearts beating against each other. She moved her muzzle to his, her gaze lingering on his lips before her golden eyes trailed back to his olive orbs shining in the dim light. ''You're not afraid I will bite?'' she softly muttered, playfully, as she softly kissed his lips so shortly, so teasingly, pulling her muzzle back to only inches away from his, where she let it linger. ''I dare you to kiss me,'' she whispered in a hushed tone, without removing her gaze from his.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 18, 2016 11:36:59 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
He didn't know what he would do without her. He had fallen so hard and so quickly in love with her that he couldn't imagine not having this feeling buzzing around inside of him. She walked in his thoughts throughout the day even when she wasn't there, teasing him with her charming voice and beautiful looks. During her absences, he found himself wondering where she was and if she was okay. The reason for her current visit made him even more worried for her safety than before. Whatever it was that she had done had ended up with the law chasing after her, wanting to take her in and probably throw her in jail or worse, be banished to Torrine. Sven couldn't let that happen. He could lose her. If it boiled down to it, he'd make sure that he was arrested with her... not before giving one of the guards something to remember him by. A swift kick to the shoulder would leave him limping and thinking about the love-struck Entertainer for weeks.
His heart fluttered inside of his chest as he gazed at the smitten look on her face. With just a simple look of her golden eyes under her long, dark lashes, she was so easily able to bring out so many feelings in him and emotions that he had never felt before. Did she know what power she held over him? Did she know how much he loved her and that he would do anything to protect her and make her happy? Well, if she didn't, he would just have to ensure that she learned. "Oh believe me, I think I have at least a little bit of an idea of how exciting you could be." He muttered playfully, a smitten expression dawning on his face. Lifting his head, he moved his pink muzzle closer to her fluffy ear before murmuring, "But I wouldn't mind if you showed me~" Sven could feel the pit of his stomach warm as he felt as though hundreds of butterflies were trying to escape him. Passoa brought out a side of him that he had never seen before, one that he loved and was quickly growing addicted to. It was a side of him that wanted to live on the edge, wanted to be close to her and please her in every way possible.
He could see her think about the song that he answered with, trying to figure out if she knew the song that he was speaking of. Soon, he say recognition in her eyes and a slight nod of her head. He loved not only the lyrics to the merry tune, but also the culture behind it. He had learned it at a tavern on the Isle of the Dead. Listening to the drunken, deep voices of the men around him singing about a beautiful girl that the ocean had chosen to make into a star. He could only imagine the power and awe the song had when sung in the atmosphere of aboard a pirate ship. He chuckled softly at her comment, nodding his head in agreement. "Promise." Sven muttered, offering her a small smile. He'd sing her every single song that he knew if she wished for him to.
In the darkness, his senses grew stronger. He was able to hear the gentle sound of the waves washing up on the shore in the distance, but Sven drowned out those sounds to listen to Passoa's steady breathing. Their closeness allowed him to feel her heart beating in her chest. It beat quickly as if she were warming up for some kind of race, but now that he thought of it, his own heart probably felt quite the same to her, beating so rapidly that she probably thought he had just swam a mile in the ocean. His attention returned to the present as Passoa tried her hardest to press closer against him, eventually coming to rest where their hearts seemed to beat against each other. Passoa swung her dark muzzle toward his own, causing his heart to skip a beat in his chest. He could look into her golden eyes for hours without growing tired. They appeared like golden jewels that glimmered in the moonlight, and the seductive glimmer in them made his heart race excitedly. A smirk pulled up the corners of his lips at her playful remark, but before he even got a chance to respond, her lips danced across his for what felt like milliseconds, leaving him anxious for more. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to." He answered playfully, giving her a small wink of his green eyes.
She didn't have to wait long after her dare left her lips before Sven moved into action. The nervousness of their first few kisses had long since left, and they had been replaced with a confident, lustfulness that surprised even Sven. He started out slow and soft, drawing out every last blissful second of the incredible feeling her kisses gave him. Mere seconds passed before his touch grew more needy, confidently moving against her soft lips. It felt as though his heart was beating inside of his throat, and their kisses made him feel breathless. Despite the desires growing stronger and stronger inside of him, Sven slowed, leaving it with one last gentle kiss. As he pulled away, he left only inches between their muzzles, allowing their warm breath to mingle in the air between them. His sides heaved slightly as he panted to catch his breath, and he offered her a grin.
With his mind buzzing with energy and desire, Sven forgot about the game that they had been playing, his sole attention on the mare nestled beside him. Realization hit him as he recalled the game of truth or dare that had started all of this, and a smile appeared on his face. "Let's play another game. It's called 'Passoa says' and whatever you say I have to do... but you have to say 'Passoa says' first." His tone was playful as he gave her an impish smirk. "What would you like me to do next?" He asked, his lips tracing across the soft fur on her cheek.
Word Count: 1036 | Post #25
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Post by fediarwoods on Dec 19, 2016 8:09:56 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her mind was a calm pool for once, it buzzing with dreams begging for her to go to sleep. Her thoughts were recollecting and slowly she was starting to think less and less clear. Oh, how she had worried the past days, the past weeks. The safe place of Aquore in which she liked playing her games, and handling her trade, had completely shattered right in front of her eyes. She had worried sick about him, hoping that he was out in his remote home and not aware of all the terror that was trembling through the city and villages. And she hated herself for not doing more than hoping. She should've never left his side. She might have even prevented him from getting hurt, preventing him from experiencing the terrorist attacks in the streets of Inaria first hand. It made her stomach twist and turn and made her never want to leave his side again. But she knew she had to, one day.
She'd pushed the thoughts away, to a place far, far away from here. She wouldn't leave him. Not now. She wanted to stay here forever -- right in this spot, so close to him that the steady beating of his heart made the sound of the waves perish in the distance. It became so familiar to her, something she would still be hearing, feeling, even if she would be miles away from him.
His soft muttering was probably one of her favorite sounds in this world and as he moved his muzzle closer to her and his soft whispering stroke her ears she felt a million shivers shooting down her spine. her breathing accelerating in her throat. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to calm her senses down, but he'd send them to a high. He made her heart flutter inside of her chest, made her feel like she was on a drug so heavy she'd never experienced before. She felt the desires curling over in her belly as her gaze found his green eyes. ''Be careful what you wish for,'' she whispered back to him, a dreamy, playful glance in her golden eyes.
Where there seemed to be a slight doubt or hesitation in his expression minutes ago, it seemed like it had vanished. Where she had doubted if she would have to restrain herself from pulling him in closer, to close the distance between them, she now felt like all of the boundaries she felt, or were once there, had dissapeared like snow would under the sun. There was nothing left of it, but instead there was this lustful desire that dazzled in his green eyes, drawing her near. And when he winked at her playfully she felt like she would emerge into a puddle right than and there. Oh, if he looked at her like that, his muzzle so close to hers, she would do anything for him. She would forget about the world around them and drown in the sea that washed ashore in his eyes.
No matter how new it was to her. No matter how familiar it already felt. No matter how the desire of fleeing had pulled her ankles in the beginning. He drew her back and near every time his olive green eyes gazed down upon her so lovingly, every time that his lips touched hers, or his touch sent shivers down her spine. Over and over again, she would come back to him. Always.
In the small space between them it felt like electricity was bouncing back and forth. She was so close to him, only inches between their two muzzles, that she could feel his breathing tickle her nostrils. She felt drawn to him like a magnet, her golden eyes gazing into his, just before he closed the distance and kissed her. Even though she expected it, had been pulling all his strings and had dared him to do so, it took her right off her feet. She couldn't think anymore. All she felt were his lips playing on hers like it would be the last time they could. His touch was soft, yet strong and it grew on desire every second it lasted. She could feel her breathing grow heavy in her throat and she could swear her heart would pound out of her chest right than and there. Lust was growing in her belly and it felt like the shivers that trembled through her spine made all the hairs in her neck rise. For what felt like mere seconds, but probably lasted longer, he pulled away. Her muzzle followed after him, not wanting to leave his touch, but it did, and it was only than she opened her eyes again.
There was a dreamy glance over them, a loving dazzle that they'd probably never before had casted out. She could feel her sides touching his every time she grasped for air, as she had felt he had knocked all of it out of her lungs. She wasn't even able to speak -- all of the words she knew were gone, her mind buzzing and fuzzy. When he smiled her heart skipped a few beatings, and it took a few seconds before a smile on her lips followed his and she comprehended what he was saying. He had her in his grip, and she didn't want him to stop. Why did he have to stop? ''D-don't stop,'' she stuttered as she closed her eyes with his lips softly tracing her cheek.
Slowly it was dawning in on her, but still everything was laced with a dreamy state that she couldn't even compare to the dreams she had when she was sleeping. This was nothing compared to the figments her brain created when she was fast asleep. And she wanted more of it.
"That's not fair,'' she whispered as she closed her golden eyes, relishing in his touch. ''I swear by the Gods, you have me under a spell. I'm not even able to think clearly,'' she murmured as she opened her eyes again, turning her golden gaze to look at him from under her thick lashes, dreams contouring her bright eyes. When she watched his beautiful eyes in the dim light, there was no single trace of hesitation. She found there what he could find in hers. A buzzing desire that pulled all her strings, and set her heart on fire. If it wasn't for him, she had long forgotten about the little game they had been playing.
All she could think of was the kiss of only moments ago. How she longed for his lips back on hers, and how she just prayed that moment could've lasted forever. ''Passoa says she didn't want you to stop in the first place,'' she whispered so softly that it could've just been the wind stroking against his muzzle.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Dec 19, 2016 9:51:25 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
With the closeness, he could feel the way her body reacted to his. Each touch that he left on her pelt sent a shiver running down her spine. Every kiss that he laid on her made her heart quicken inside of her chest. In the darkness, his sense of touch and hearing seemed to take over where his sight was clouded from the darkness, making it seem as though everything was stronger and more prominent. Every time her body reacted to his, he felt butterflies flutter madly in his gut, and his mind buzzed as if he were on some kind of drug. He didn't need anything more than this, and he didn't want to move. All he wished for was to make this night last forever, so that they could lay there without the worries of the world around them. Sven craved to please her, make her happy, and feel how she reacted to everything that he did.
Aquore was is total chaos. The terrorists that attacked the cities weren't even the first event that had taken place that disrupted the peace. For years there has been an uneasiness to the herd in general as if they knew the events that would unfold. Laying here now though, it felt as though he could forget all of those worries. There was no other world other than the room that he was in right then, and the only horse that mattered was the mare nestled beside him. He could focus all of his attention and energy on her. His mind was so full of feelings, emotions, and wonders of how this night would end that he didn't think it was even possible for him to think about anything else, and that was just what he wanted.
A smile appeared on his face at her gentle, teasing warning, and he reached his muzzle to run it dangerously close to her lips. It felt like he was on fire, electricity seemed to buzz between them where their skin touched. He never wanted this feeling to go away, and he knew that he would find himself repeating these moments over and over again in his mind. He would feel her lingering touch forever on his pelt, and he would feel the rapid beating of her heart underneath her skin. The way her golden eyes gleamed like jewels in the moonlight would also haunt him in his dreams, and he would wait anxiously for the next time they looked at him. "Maybe I know what I'm wishing for." He muttered in a teasing tone. His heart jumped inside of him. This went so against everything that he had ever been taught. He was supposed to be a good citizen, obeying the laws exactly as they were written, but who the hell could actually do that? Now that he was experiencing all of these emotions firsthand, he didn't know how one was supposed to not listen to the desires that ran rampant in his head. He wanted to listen to his desires, he wanted to be closer. It wasn't like they were somewhere in the city where they could get caught. They were quite literally in the middle of nowhere where no one else lived for miles. Sven found himself caring less and less however. So what if he ended up in Torrine or the Isles of the Dead? As long as Passoa was at his side, he could learn to love wherever he ended up.
As he kissed her, he could feel the intensity of his touch increase, but he fought to remain soft and gentle. He felt an urgency surge inside of him as if she were slip away from him any second and disappear again without a trace, but he had a feeling that she would be sticking around this time, for a little while anyways. As he settled his thoughts of her departing, his urgency was replaced with a lust so strong that it knocked the wind from his lungs, leaving him gasping for air. His spine tingled at the feeling of her body quiver at his touch, and he felt his gut grow warm with need. It was then that he reluctantly drew away from her, feeling teased. His thoughts were fuzzy, and he was almost certain that he was on some kind of drug. Their chests rose and fell against each other as they both gasped for air. For what seemed like minutes afterwards, they laid there in silence, the only sound coming from them being their deep breaths fighting to recover. A small smirk appeared on his face at the sight of the dazzled expression in her eyes looking up at him, and he fought the urge to close the small distance between them to hopefully dazzle her again.
Sven gazed at her affectionately, grazing her cheeks with his pink muzzle. 'D-don't stop.' He felt his body shudder at her pleading words and the feeling of her warm breath tickling his ear. A small smile danced arose his face, and he continued leaving small kissed across her pelt, wishing he could cover every inch of her with those tender touches. "I think we might have each other under some kind of spell. I'd do anything you ask me to," Sven admitted, looking at her in the dim light that the moons provided. There didn't seem to be any hesitation or holding back between them like there had been before. There was just a steady confidence and a love that rivaled even the greatest warrior's power.
They were like magnets, and Sven had to fight to keep himself from her again, so when she said her first command of their new game, he heaved a sigh of relief. How could he not listen to those soft, whispered commands that pleaded for him to listen? Her lips were soft against his, and he fought to control himself, leaving his touch gentle and tender. "You're... so... beautiful," he whispered softly between kisses.
Word Count: 1000 | Post #26
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 18, 2017 6:24:40 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
It was funny how her mind was such a mess and how her feelings were running rampant in her head and yet she was the closest to a peace she thought she would never find. Still there were more question marks than she had answers, but now that he was here it seemed like it all didn't matter anymore. All her life she had been worrying about things that now seemed to useless. Why would one worry over material, when you had something that was so precious, something you wouldn't want to trade for the world? Why would she fight for her freedom, when that was worth nothing if he wasn't there to share it with? She couldn't care less if her trade would proceed or not. She couldn't care less if the Guards were still after her. All she could care for was that he was and would stay safe, and that she could be with him. All the worries of the world couldn't get to her here as long as she was nested so closely to his side.
Maybe that was what made her realize that she didn't want to run anymore. Ever since she met him she started to see, slowly, that her stuff was worth nothing compared to how he made her feel. He felt like the kind of family, the kind of closeness that she never had. He was her safe haven, her dreams and everything she ever wanted. Where he came from, where she came from or where they were, it all seemed to fade away in the darkness of the night they shared together.
She gazed in his green eyes as he closed the distance between them, with barely any space left, and running his muzzle so close beside hers that she could feel his breath tickle against her skin. She could swear she saw a glance in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. It was so much stronger, much more confident, that it made her tremble underneath his touch. And it were his words, his whispered, hushed words, that released her doubt. Or his doubt. She couldn't think clearly anymore. There was no law anymore that would carve deep lines in the sand that they couldn't cross. There were no parents that required marriage. There were no guards that would lock them up if they saw them right than and there. All there was was this desire that bounced in between them, back and forth, lightning up her feelings and, as she could see from his eyes, his in return.
The tensity in their kisses seemed to rise, yet his touched stayed so soft and gentle. She had never experienced these kind of feelings bouncing back in fort in side of her, tuning off her mind like she didn't need it anymore. How could one make clear, good decisions when you were in this kind of high? She felt like she couldn't even get the words out properly, let alone overthink them before she spoke them out. All that buzzed through her mind was the soft touch of his muzzle that laid a path of kisses through her pelt. How he released a tension in her body that she didn't knew she was holding, how it made her breath cling in her throat.
''It must be the work of one of the Gods,'' her voice slightly trembled as she watched the features of his face in the dim lights in the moons, the tone of her words playful. How could she ever restrain herself from him? Everything about him made her want him, and she completely lost any boundaries she might have had; and there hadn't been much to begin with. There had been for boundaries for him for sure, or at least so she thought, but even he seemed to have completely forgotten about that. They were all alone here, in the darkness of the night, and there was nothing to disturb them. ''Not that I am one to complain,'' she muttered as she closed her eyes again when his kisses made her tremble underneath his touch. No, she didn't want him to stop. She didn't ever wanted him to stop. This had to last forever.
There was a moment, only a few seconds, where she gazed in his green eyes, and he gazed back in hers. She could feel the desire pull on her like he attracted her like a magnet. There was a feeling that buzzed inside of her stomach, that finally reached her head. The moment she finally realized that this wasn't just a crush. That this wasn't just desire. That wouldn't have felt so good, so real, and so demanding. This is what love felt like, and it was only know that she realized how bad she had it. It was a moment of silence after her pleading, but only a few mere seconds, before he closed the distance between them and kissed her again. His soft whispering in between the touches of their lips reached her ears like a soft tickling wind, and sunk in with her slowly. It made her belly twist and turn in her stomach, made her feel like she wanted to get herself even closer to him. She wanted to kiss him and never stop. Still she softly pulled herself away from him, only slightly, catching on her breath as her golden eyes peered up at him. She could only guess how the night would end, but in the back of her mind she knew that her thoughts would be nothing compared to the real deal.
''...I love you,'' she whispered, just before she couldn't keep herself anymore, and kissed him again.
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 18, 2017 15:27:36 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
There was nothing like this in the entire world. No amount of drugs or alcohol could ever get him to this high that he felt right then. It was like he was floating on a cloud, completely carefree of the world that still turned around them or the time that passed by them. His mind buzzed with so many different emotions, and his heart raced inside his chest as if he were running a marathon, but despite all of that, he was able to push aside the doubts he had felt earlier. As he gazed down at Passoa's golden eyes and rich, dark pelt, there was no lingering hesitation in him that pulled him away. Instead, there was a peaceful confidence in his actions (almost as if he knew what he was doing). He could tell there was a change in Passoa's demeanor as well. Where she had been withdrawn and hesitant, she seemed more relaxed now, as if her own worries or doubts had slipped her mind.
The night was quiet aside from the gentle sound of the tides against the shore. There were no Guardians to take them away from each other, and he had long since pushed aside the traditional upbringing his parents had given him. There was nothing there to disturb them. They were all alone on their own little piece of Hireath where no one would even know they were there. The very thought of it sent a shudder running down his spine. There was nothing stopping them from doing whatever they pleased. No one would even know about it unless one of them spilled the beans... but did he wanted to build a relationship on something so trivial as physique? It was something that could be so easily lost, and if that was what she fell in love with, what would that mean for them if he lost it?
That thought ate away at him as his gentle kisses trailed up and down her neck, stopping at the corner of her lips. Desire burned inside of him. She was like a goddess that had blessed him with her presence, and she had power over his every move. Sven was sure that he would do whatever she asked of him. The intensity of their kisses and the way his body reacted to hers was enough to make what little doubts he had disappear, or at least retreat far enough into the back of his mind that they could be easily ignored by the pleasure and excitement that overwhelmed him. Why should he let such a little thing as rules stop him from feeling this way? Never in his life of being the good, little citizen his parents had raised him to be had he felt such an immense amount of happiness and peace. Plus, how was one to know if you had a true connection with someone if you didn't test the waters a bit first?
Having her so closely nestled beside him in the comforts of his bed brought a restfulness to his mind that he hadn't had since before the terrorist attacks at the Solstice. He knew now that she was safe from harm, and if anyone dared try to hurt her with him there, they'd regret it. Sven wasn't even much of a fighter; he'd much prefer talking things out and coming to a peaceful agreement, but the thought of someone harming even just one hair on her head made his blood boil. No one was going to take her from him, and he was going to make sure that she knew just how much he had fallen for her for as long as they were together. Together... it was so odd for him to think of himself as taken or reserved or whatever their case may be, but Sven had to admit that she captivated him in every way. She haunted his every waking moment and dream (not that he was complaining of course).
The way her body quaked under his touch made him crave for more. He wanted to know what made her tick and what she liked the most, and her trembles were signs that he was doing something right despite his naivety. His ears twitched at the sound of her trembling tone, and a soft chuckle escaped him. "I can't say that I'm complaining either," he admitted without a second thought, and it was then that he truly knew how he felt about their actions. He loved her, and he never wanted this to stop. No amount of daydreaming and wishful thinking could have prepared him for this.
As his eyes briefly locked onto her glistening, golden orbs in between their passionate embraces, he saw something that he hadn't known he was looking for. He saw not just desire in her eyes but a level of affection that pointed toward just one thing: love. It sounded silly, he knew, that one could possibly see further into one's thoughts and feelings through their eyes, but as he studied her golden eyes in the dim light that the moons provided, he knew what he saw. His lips danced across hers, feeling himself drawn to her like some kind of magnetic pull. It seemed like time had come to a stop in the little world that was his room. His ears were filled with the sound of her short breaths, and thoughts of the Guardians coming back and finding them had long since left his mind. The only thing he could focus on was her.
It was then that she pulled away slightly, and Sven pulled away just far enough to see her face more clearly. A small stitch of worry knitted his brows. Were they going to fast? Was she anticipating where the night would take them, and they were going to far? The words that she whispered ceased his brief moments of doubt, and a small smile returned to his face. "I love you too," he murmured breathlessly as she closed the distance between them once more.
Word Count: 1008 | Post #27
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