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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 19, 2017 12:57:00 GMT -6
Drunk Confessions
RP between fediarwoods 's Passoa and BlueUnicornJ13 's Sven
Setting: Year 1700 before Chapter 3 events
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven trekked back from his long voyage of discovery with a restfulness that he hadn’t felt since that first night he had spent with Passoa. All those sleepless nights where he had awoken from those dreams that the sea goddess had sent to him, calling him to follow her, were long from his thoughts and worries. But now, there was something else weighing down his shoulders. Something that he wanted to confess to Passoa the moment he saw her, something that he desperately wanted her to know… but how would she react? Sven knew that she wasn’t exactly the religious type and didn’t believe much in the gods. She’d probably think he was crazy if he came back home after being gone for days saying that there were ruins in the Wilds with drawings on the walls of the god’s war with all the species of equine on them… including kirins.
It still sent a shiver running down his spine at the very thought of it all. Part of him wanted to think that they had all been dreaming, that none of what had happened had been real. The golden teardrop necklace that hung from his neck, however, was a reminder that Cascade herself had shown herself to them, showing them the ruins that she said would later be their safe haven and bestowing them all with these necklaces as gifts and reminders of her. Sven lifted the necklace with his telekinesis, examining the fine, golden teardrop that glistened in the brilliant light of the sun as it began to set in the sky. It had all been real, and Sven had to tell her somehow.
Not only had Cascade given him the necklace though. Sven had felt a change in himself shortly after leaving the ruins in the jungle and started heading home. He had been alone traveling to the outskirts of Aquore where not many lived, and it was then that he had noticed the odd trail his hoofsteps had been leaving. The ground where his hooves had touched it had been frozen. Cascade had given him his blessing, and he hadn’t even known it until then! But, as Sven thought about it, maybe he should show Passoa that some other time. All this other information was probably already a lot without saying ‘Oh, plus the ruins that topple over any history we’ve ever heard of our herd, Cascade gave me the ability to freeze things!’ Yeah, maybe it was best to wait on that one.
It had been only two days since Sven had left Passoa at his home, but to him, it had felt like a century. Never before had he longed to be with someone so much that it physically hurt him to be apart from them. A long time ago he would have thought it was an annoyance or a problem, but now, it felt more like a blessing. The way she brought him out of the shell that he hadn't even known he had, the way he felt drunk on her love every time he laid eyes on her, and the way she made him feel as they laid in bed together was indescribable. He had thought for years that he would end up a victim of the system that he lived in, that his parents would find him a nice, quiet, shy Talorian girl and arrange a marriage between them. Now, though, he didn’t even want to look at any other mares other than the one that captivated him now. She had completely stolen his heart, and he often found his mind wondering what she was doing or where she was while he was away. Would she even be there when he got back?
Passoa had confessed to him that she was a Rogue from the Isle of the Dead (and a wanted horse on top of that), and it was possible that she would disappear just like she had the first time they had met. She always seemed to make her way back to him though, and it gave him hope that maybe he was breaking through the protective barrier that she put up around her heart, protecting it from anyone who may do it harm. It brought a smile to his face to think about her and how far they had come since that fateful, stormy night that had brought them together in the first place.
His hooves finally hit the white sand beaches that surrounded his humble abode. When his eyes finally saw his home nestled in its protective nook of palm trees, his tired legs seemed to be renewed with energy, and his mind buzzed with excitement even though a twinge of anxiety laid hidden beneath it. The paint stallion trotted onto the porch, but hesitated at his own door. Sven closed his olive green eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for every possibility. If she's not there, she'll be back, and if she is there, well... he'd be more than thrilled.
There was only one way to find out though. Opening his eyes, Sven tapped lightly on the door, not wanting to scare her by suddenly barging in. He glanced around his living room and then his kitchen where he saw no signs of her familiar dark pelt. The lingering scent of pine needles filled his nostrils; she had been there recently, but where exactly was she? Confirming that she wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, his heart pounded worriedly in his chest as his hooves carried him further into the house. His mind plagued by the awful things that could have happened to Passoa in his absence.
Word Count: 972 | Post #1
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 20, 2017 8:29:10 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
Her head nestled in the pillow that contained his familiar scent of coconuts and the ocean, she was off into a deep sleep. Her mind was so full of memories, of the first night they spend together, but also of all the nights that came after that one. All she could think of was Sven, even when she had decided she needed some time outdoors. The first thing she did when their ship reached the mainland again, was wander off to his little house on the sand white beaches, only to come to the discovery that he was not there. It struck her with worry. Had something happened to him? Had the terrorists attacked the streets again? Did they harm him again? The thought of it made her blood boil, yet at the same time worried her sick to her stomach.
She hadn't slept for two days. Her decision to leave his house and wander off to the black market for a little time out had somehow stumbled into the decision to join Samael and his crew on his ship again. She couldn't even remember what had pushed her into thinking that was a good decision to make. Sure, she had enjoyed her time on his ship. The salty wind pulling on her dark mane, nothing but the sea surrounding them, that was something she had missed in all her time on the mainland. She wasn't one to travel by ship often, but when she did she enjoyed it fully. The whole reason why they actually were traveling by ship, however, should have set her off the moment she thought about it. Yet there she had been, traveling with the same crew again, off to meet with the Flight.
Why was that a good decision? Gods, she was so bad at deciding what was the good thing to do. Sure, in some way one could view the Flock as victims, but in reality they were nothing more than plain terrorists harming innocent equine for their far fetched goal. She'd given them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they weren't as bad as some equine said, or maybe they too knew they had made a mistake by harming innocent civilians. She should've known better though. It ate on her conscience from the very moment they had set foot on the beach of the island they had met at. They could be the terrorists that had hurt Sven. They were the terrorists that had hurt Sven. And they were out to draw more blood. But she couldn't pull open her big mouth right than and there -- she had her fellow rogues beside her who were willing to earn coin over the blood of innocents and she had to travel back to the mainland with them. Thus she kept it to herself.
Ever since the meeting on that island, though, a seed of doubt grew into an oak of doubt in a matter of a few hours. It was wrong. The decision was a mistake. She didn't want to help getting them supplies, let alone a snake who could supply poison one could kill a nation with. She might be a rogue, a smuggler, a godforsaken thief, but she was no murderer. Even the decision to maybe spy on them, and make that the only reason to get herself into those meetings over time and time again, wasn't what she wanted. When she traveled back to his home, tracking over the beaches until she reached his home, she was completely tired and her mind was a mess.
The two moons stood high in the dark, starry sky, when she approached his porch. She expected to find him there, but the complete opposite became reality. She searched in all the rooms of his house, even called for him, but he wasn't there. Had he stopped at his home when she was away? How long had she been gone? It couldn't have been more than two days. Maybe he was looking for her, or was he just running an arrant. No matter what she told herself though, she couldn't help but have a bad, twisting feeling in her gut. What if he didn't come back? She trailed tracks through his living room, into his kitchen, and back again. Her eyes were slowly failing her and eventually she nestled herself inside his bed. She pulled the sheets over, buried her muzzle into his pillow and took in the familiar scents that reminded her of Sven. He would come back to her. She knew he would.
She'd twisted and turned so much, waking up to every little sound she heard, in hopes it was Sven who had arrived back home. Every time she came to the conclusion, though, that it was probably the wind, rain, or the sounds of birds flying by. It had taken a few hours for her to truly fall asleep. She'd slept straight through the day and was fully unaware of the fact that the sun was already setting again, and that someone softly knocked on his front door. She was far away dozed off in her dreams that took her back to the night she was nestled so closely against him. She could feel his heartbeat through his skin, his soft breathing against her dark pelt. It was as if he was really there. She softly huffed in her sleep, her legs tucked up against her. The sheets pulled over her figure only half, probably shaken off into attempts to fall asleep, her belly rising and falling underneath it every time she took a breath.
[Word Count: 936 | Post 1]
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 21, 2017 20:35:50 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
The gears of Sven's mind turned as he searched, and he wondered what state of mind she would be in. If she were still hiding out here from the Guardians, she may very well think that he was someone there to catch her and bring her to justice for... well, he still wasn't quite sure what it was exactly that she had done now that he thought of it. He only knew that she wouldn't do anything that would harm anyone else (unless that someone else meant harm to someone she knew), so that ruled out at least one illegal deed. Talorian laws were so strict and crazy that he wasn't even quite sure what else a Rogue could get into trouble for especially since pegasi were being tossed into some concentration camp-like housing for just having wings. She quite possibly could have just done something in front of someone that was a little too uptight and turned her into the Guardians... but if the Guardians were looking for her, it was probably more serious than that. Sven shook his head, throwing those awful thoughts into the back of his mind where he hoped he would forget about them.
The inside of his house had grown considerably darker since he had come home, but the moons outside were at their fullest, providing plenty of light for him as he slowly pushed open his closed bedroom door and peered inside. What he saw brought a rush of relief and a calmness to his heart that he hadn't felt since leaving his home for the goddess's calls days ago. It was Passoa. All he saw was her back and her curly hair on his pillows, but as he walked closer, the moonlight shone on her dark face. She huffed quietly in her sleep, seemingly troubled about something even in her dreams. He wondered briefly what it was that would trouble her subconscious and wished desperately to wash away whatever it was that was causing her such grief. Sven couldn't help but smile at the sight of her though and carefully lifted the sheets to cover her shoulders before he climbed on top of the blankets to lay beside her.
He heaved a heavy sigh, letting his tired body relax for what seemed like the first time in way too long. His head rested on the pillow beside her, but his eyes didn't close despite the heaviness of his eyelids. The happenings of the past few days haunted his mind and threatened to spill out the moment that she awoke, but he knew that he needed to wait. He needed to think of the perfect way to tell her about these strange and surreal events that may very well be foretelling of an awful future for Aquore and them as well. He couldn't let her be in the dark of the information that he had learned, not when he could save her and try to protect her from what may happen, but there was still so much he didn't know about everything that he had seen in that jungle. Plus, he didn't want to worry her about things that she might not even believe in. It seemed that this was going to be more difficult than he had thought.
His olive green eyes studied her as she slept: the way her belly rose and fell underneath the covers as she breathed, the way the moonlight glistened on her curly hair, and the peaceful expression on her face. How could he ruin such blissfulness with the news that he harbored? Sven's brows knitted together slightly, but he pushed away his thoughts of worry and doubt. For now, he would enjoy the comfort of sharing the close quarters of the bed with the mare that slept beside him, the one that had stolen his heart.
There was something different about her when she slept that Sven couldn't quite place. He stared for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes until realization struck him. She seemed so at peace. There was no hiding behind expressions or words when one was asleep. Where at times she seemed hesitant about her past or actions, she looked so innocent now, as if she had nothing to hide. The walls that she placed so carefully around her heart to protect herself were no longer there in her slumber, leaving only content and tranquility, and yet every now and then, her brows narrowed in her sleep, and she huffed quietly into her pillow. Sven blinked in confusion, pondering whether to wake her from whatever was troubling her. When her body twisted uncomfortably while she slept, like she couldn't seem to rest, Sven made his decision.
The paint stallion reached forward, tucking a piece of curly hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. "Passoa... Passoa, please wake up." He whispered quietly into her ear. He couldn't resist the temptation of gently kissing her cheek as he waited for her to awaken from her slumber.
Word Count: 935 | Post #2
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Post by fediarwoods on Jan 23, 2017 13:49:26 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
It all felt so real. His touch that traveled over her pelt, leaving kisses here and there, making her skin tickle wherever he touched her. How he made the hairs in her neck rise, made shivers run down her spine... Yet he felt so far away. She couldn't touch him, nor could she see him. It made her stomach twist in her belly and as she couldn't wrap her mind around it, panic began to set in her mind. She huffed in her sleep, her ears swiveling around, as she tried to find him. She knew he was there, why couldn't she see him? Did something happen to him? Was this just an illusion, playing with her tired mind?
But that... that was his voice. It was so clear, sounded so close. She frowned in her sleep, so close to waking up. It was the soft, gentle touch on her cheek that made her slowly open up her eyes. She blinked a few times for her vision to get clear, and than there he was. It took a few seconds for her mind to comprehend that what she saw was real, that it was no dream or illusion. Slowly a smile curled up the corners of her lips, her golden eyes gleaming in the moons' lights. ''You're back,'' she softly murmured as she moved herself closer to him, so she could hug him and lay her head over his neck so she could burry her muzzle in his mane and take in his scent.
Relieve washed over her as she felt his heart beat against his skin, the familiar scent of coconut and the ocean's water tickle in her nostrils every time she breathed. Oh, how she had missed him. She had worried herself sick about him, so afraid that something had happened to him. She had cursed herself that she had let him go without her, that she wasn't there with him so she could protect him and keep him safe, even if that mend getting hurt herself. She would fight anyone and everything for him. No matter at which cost. The smile on her face grew wider as she hugged him as closely as she could. She didn't want to let him go, afraid that he would disappear as soon as she did, afraid that it was still a dream and that she was still sleeping.
She sighed a breath of relief as she created a little bit of distance again, so her golden eyes could find his green gaze. ''I've missed you so badly,'' she murmured so softly it could be a whisper. She couldn't help herself but place a soft, quick kiss on his lips. Her touch lingered there a little longer than she intended, but she just couldn't help herself. A smile danced across her face as she slightly pulled away, her eyes studying his face for a few seconds before her eyes found his once more. As she noticed dimmed light that shone on his face, only the light of the moons' currently illuminating the room, she started to wonder how long she had slept. It had been close to morning when she'd found his bed and nestled herself there. Had she slept so long? She couldn't remember...
All she could remember were the dreams that had haunted her sleep. Dreams that started so innocent, almost so good that she didn't want to wake up. It took her back to the nights they spend together, but than they turned for the worse and took him away from her. Time over time again. She softly huffed again, blinking again to get the sleep out of her eyes. ''How long have you been back? I was waiting for you last night, I think I fell asleep,'' her voice still soft and gentle, as if she didn't want to disturb the peaceful silence that lingered in his bedroom. An almost sheepish, innocent smile played on her lips, as she lay her head back on his pillow. Her golden gaze watched his face. She tried to study every line of his face, tried to imprint it in her mind, so she could still recall every piece of detail when she would be apart from him again.
[Word Count: 710 | Post 2]
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Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jan 24, 2017 10:56:13 GMT -6
Sven | Talori | Entertainer
Sven couldn't help but grin when he saw recognition light up her face as she slowly awoke from her slumber. There was a moment where he saw a glimpse of confusion on her face as if she thought that she was still sleeping and this was all a dream, but the longer her eyes remained open, she began to realize that he was actually there. It made him wonder how long she had been waiting on him. Had she returned from her own adventures as soon as he had left, or had she been there for a shorter amount of time? He wished he could have returned sooner or never have left at all. The pull to run back to her had been strong, and her presence haunted him even in his dreams, but his trip had been necessary. All of the dreams and sleepless nights had been driving him crazy, and when Cascade herself appeared in his slumber, he couldn't not answer her.
A smile danced across his face at her words, and a soft chuckle escaped him as he used his telekinesis to gently caress her cheek. "I am. I'm back. I'm sorry I left without leaving some way for you to know where I went. My trip was rather... urgent," he assured her, hugging her tightly as she turned over to get closer to him. The feeling of her wrapping herself around him made his heart pound in his chest, and he hugged her tightly in return, not wanting to ever let her go. Sven would much rather spend the rest of their days like this, together in the comforts of the sheets, than anywhere else, but the thought of the ruins and their meaning tickled at the back of his mind. He couldn't keep this from her for very long.
The Entertainer took in the familiar, comforting scent of pine needles that lingered on her pelt as if he himself didn't believe that she was actually there and thought she would disappear as easily as the breeze. The soft sound of her sigh tickled his ear, and he grinned as her tense, restless frame sunk into the warmth of his pelt. 'I've missed you so badly.' Passoa's voice was a whisper, almost inaudible against the crashing of the waves on the shore outside his window. The very sound of her soft voice was enough to create fluttering butterflies inside of him, but the meaning behind those words was what made his heartbeat quicken. "I missed you too, more than I could even describe. I wish we didn't have to leave each other so often." Sven's eyes closed as she placed a quick kiss on his lips that left him wanting more. It left his mind with a slight buzz that not even a strong bottle of whiskey could bring.
"I haven't been back very long. Just a few minutes. I didn't want to wake you, but you didn't look like you were having very good dreams." He admitted with an uncharacteristic sheepishness to his tone as he confessed to having been watching her sleep. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was some kind of weirdo that only enjoyed to watch her when she's sleeping. Hopefully, by now, she knew that he enjoyed her for more than just her physique (no matter how beautiful he thought she was).
"You must have had quite the adventure if you slept the entire day away~" A smile danced across his features as he allowed his muzzle to trace across her face before reaching her lips. Hopefully, her trip had had been the good kind of adventure that kept her out of harm's way. It struck a protective cord in him to think about any harm coming to her, but he knew in the back of his mind that they didn't joke about her middle name being 'Trouble' for nothing. Danger and trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went no matter how hard he tried to protect her from it. At least now though, with her safely beside him, he knew that he could at least try to keep anything from harming her.
Sven kissed her carefully at first as if she were a fine piece of porcelain that could break under the slightest bit of pressure. He cherished the taste of her on his lips, his lips lingering on hers until his lungs screamed for air. After several moments, his kisses grew in desire and passion as if he had waited his entire life for this very second. Eventually, he drew away with a deep sigh before his eyes sought her golden gaze. "I'm sorry, but you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that." Sven admitted with a lopsided grin, thinking of how many times he had thought of her and the time that they had shared together as she hid from the law while they were apart.
Word Count: 828 | Post #3
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