Deimos
He made no mention of how many pine needles stuck to the top of her head – though his eyes pinpointed several as she neared, deciding it best to leave them there for the sake of amusements alone. Acceptance of affection was a given thereafter, bending to meet her halfway, content that the tempestuous edges had seemingly pilfered away – no stranger to their cyclical currents. “You are welcome,” he breathed in her space, meaning it wholeheartedly, half-tempted to bite at her ear for the juvenility of it all, but her next words stopped him.
With a thunderous snort. “If you promise not to ride any others,” with an arch of his brow. “I have enough of a time corralling the rest.” And perhaps, with after resting so thoroughly on the majority of them, he could spend more moments tending to the guild too, instead of everything else laden in between.
She could note that as assent too – as they wound their way back to the Citadel, the sun pressing eagerly into the morning sky.
{FIN}
With a thunderous snort. “If you promise not to ride any others,” with an arch of his brow. “I have enough of a time corralling the rest.” And perhaps, with after resting so thoroughly on the majority of them, he could spend more moments tending to the guild too, instead of everything else laden in between.
She could note that as assent too – as they wound their way back to the Citadel, the sun pressing eagerly into the morning sky.
{FIN}
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
