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Post by trinity on Oct 18, 2008 11:01:31 GMT -5
+ Even as his soft words tickle the hairs in her ears she can see his smileless face, detect something strange. An aching heart pounds ferverently behind an aching chest, beneath the spot his mouth was moments ago. As she gazed into his eyes she shivers softly, unable to control the fear of a flashback. Its her only hope that being in a new place, taking a new role in life, eliminates the possibility of looking back into the past.
+ True he's never heard of anything about who she was. But he never asked, she assumed he never cared to know. But what if it was something different; what if he actually wanted to know why she was so... messed up. She questions with her eyes, a questioning shadow flickering like a flame in her pupils as she asks. Oh how she fears he'll think she's pathetic.
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Post by Halo on Oct 20, 2008 17:57:50 GMT -5
The reason Lurch has never asked is because it wouldn’t change his opinion of her, but why risk it? No! It wouldn’t change a thing. Pathetic has never been a word he would have ever used to describe her. If she were ever pathetic, than what was has he been while moping around, hell bent on revenge and setting things right to the point of hurting anyone and anything that got in his way..? Besides, she has never volunteered the information and he doesn’t want to hassle or depress her by bringing it up.
Her eyes question him and he feels panic steal over his heart, causing it to pound heavily and painfully in his chest. Has he done something wrong? Or is it something he hasn’t done? The stag is somewhat afraid to ask. Instead he reaches out to touch his nose against hers, allowing the silence to surround them in its chill blanket. Lurch closes his eyes and braces against it, forcing his breaths to remain steady and even.
~Lurc
(OOC: Don’t worry about it. Mine is too. I’m trying to hurry to get through my posts tonight. *wants to watch the movie her parents rented with them.*)
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Post by trinity on Oct 20, 2008 19:02:46 GMT -5
+ As his nose pressed gently against hers she swiftly intook a breath, the smell of him so intoxicating she became positive that she's loose all control. "I love you." A moment of ultimate clarity slashed through the mare's dreamy haze and she snapped her head back. Had she actually said that? But more importantly; did she mean it? Yes. Of course she ment it. Deep down she knew she had been longing to say that for a while now, itching to get the thruth out.
+ Her expression softened and she stretched forward, blowing air gently on his neck. She could feel his hot breath warming the air around them and couldnt help but pull her head back, nosing his cheek anxiously. "I'm sorry..." she mumbled against his coat. I...I..." The words trailed off helplessly as she fought for control over the simplest tasks. Even her breathing became a tad uneven, though it was barely noticable.
+ Anger flooded into her closed eyes and redness swam in her vision. Of course she had to go and ruin everything they had. Moving too fast. Ridiculous! She wanted to spit. Why would somebody like him love somebody like me? A cuss floated in her throat but never pentrated her tightly closed lips. "Lurch..." She tried, but stopped, her words sharper than she intended.
muse; control - metro station
words; 255
puppet; trinity [/i][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Halo on Oct 21, 2008 14:19:34 GMT -5
Those three little words cut through the air around him with surprising sharpness. But it isn’t pain that he feels as the edge buries into his heart. Instead of blood bubbling forth from the open wound, warm and affection blossoms from the new opening, creating something new and colorful inside his being that he hasn’t ever felt like this before. Though his eyes are wide and expression startled, inside he is prancing about like a yearling colt, yipping and hollering and carrying on after a few glorious moments with a filly sweetheart.
But she’s apologizing. Why is she doing that? Does she not mean it? Lurch tries not to allow the new flame and color to diminish just like that, without explanation. She’s just scared! That has to be it! Why would she say it if she didn’t mean it, just to crush his heart and turn the array of love flowers into life-giving crimson to fill his chest cavity to drown his heart in sorrow? No, she wouldn’t want that...
He reaches out as she speaks his name upon a keen point of her tongue, touching his maw lovingly against hers, caressing gently before lapping at her nose with his pink tongue. “Don’t be sorry,” he whispers, warmth flooding into his eyes as he takes a step closer. His heart is beating at a rushing pace again, but not from physical exertion. “I love you, too,” he continues, heaving a deep and heavy sigh of contentment. The truth is out and she can take it or leave it, but by god he hopes she takes it.
~Lurch
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Post by trinity on Oct 24, 2008 15:29:05 GMT -5
+ 'I love you, too.' There was a part of the mare, growing bigger with every millisecond that passed, that wished to throw its back hoofs and the air and prance around the fine grains with as much energy as she had in her body. But the other half, currently more dominant though its control over her physical reaction seemed to be growing weaker, wished to return the gesture and mosy along the beach at a carefree pace. She split the reaction down the middle and gave a small buck with her back legs, white sand flying at the mercy of her powerful hooves.
+ A whinny escaped her mouth and she rubbed her face gently along his, enjoying the intoxicating smell that eminated from every inch of him. An imaged flooded her mind as she blinked and she kept her eyelids closed, soaking it in.
+ She could see them now. She could picture the two of them on the beach, coats brushing closley. She could see them racing gleefully through a field, mingling within a herd that welcomed them with curious sniffs and gentle nuzzles. In the distant corners of her mind she could picture a family, a foal or two, weaving happily along the waves. Fast as their mother and as stunning as their father.
+ A deep exhale flattened her blown-up stomach and her eyelids slowly peeled back, revealing the only distinct feature about her. Blinking two bright blue eyes a few times she pulled back gently. "I can see us now." Trinity breathed, searching his eyes.
muse; the far off sound of a random song playing in some distant corner of my house
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Post by Halo on Oct 25, 2008 19:53:45 GMT -5
Lurch smiles gently, his own mental and physical reactions to this very special conversation battling it out for dominance within him. But coolness seems to win out, even as she bucks and his spirit cries to join her. He steps closer to place his shoulder against hers, just simply wanting to have the feel of her pelt brushing against his own, to be able to feel her pulse reverberate through his own physique. Trinity speaks and his eyelids flutter with the pure joy of hearing her lyrical voice. “And what do you see for us, Trinity...my love...”
~Lurch
(OOC: I’m sorry…my muse is really bad for Lurch right now.
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Post by trinity on Oct 28, 2008 16:47:24 GMT -5
+ What do I see? The question was crystal clear yet somehow perplexing. How was she going to put it all into words? Again she closed her eyes, a dark violet covering her vision until the dream kicked in again. She watched it, fast forward, as she tried to figure how to describe the perfect scenerio to him.
+ With the heat of his shoulder against hers concentration began to be a struggle and all she could sense was the feeling of him, there with her. Again she revealed her bright eyes, turning her head to gently swipe her tongue over his withers. "Us. I see us."
+ The reply was short, but it would take until the next day to describe everything she saw and felt. They had the time but she thought it better spent on things other than silly dreams and hopes. "Lets keep walking." The dark mare offered, setting the pace along the beach at a comfortable trot.
+ Parallel to the waves ran a hill. Though it looked more like a wall with the stones that created the side to it. Trinity paused, sweeping her gaze across them. It was the boundary to the rest of their life together. A whole new world. And even as her eyes searched she couldn't find a way over the five-foot boundary.
muse; simple song - miley cyrus
words; 262
puppet; trinity [/font][/i] |
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Post by Halo on Oct 30, 2008 11:56:23 GMT -5
The simple reply is enough for him, he understands and is delighted at the feel of the kiss to his withers, returning it and a loving nip to hers. Upon her request to continue their walk, he follows willingly, eagerly, right by her side at the easy trot. Just to be with her is amazing, thrilling, beautiful, everything he’d ever need in his life. Sure, things had turned out different than he had expected, but for the better, he imagines.
Crabs scuttle from under their dashing hooves as they jog through, this time without the curiosity that had gotten Trinity a nice cut on the nose. Lurch just enjoys the clacking that their plates of armor make when they move. It’s new and interesting. But then his eyes find the wall and he grunts, finding their path further obscured by the barrier. He exceeds their pace at an easy lope, used to by now the shifting of the sands beneath his feet and able to compromise with it and still keep a smooth gait.
Is this the end of the road for them and their walk about? He walks along the stone boundary, brushing against it experimentally until he comes to an opening in its gnarled face. An archway, like a door, opens up a hallway of stairs through the rock. The brute takes a step under the shadow, nostrils flaring to take in all the scents in search of danger. All he discovers, though, is the smells of salt, dirt, and air; and up ahead he sees light. Lurch pulls free of the coolness within the short tunnel, turning towards Trinity and whinnying in her direction, calling her to his discovery.
~Lurch
(OOC: I am not exactly sure what you meant in your last paragraph, so I’ll take my best shot. Sorry it took me too long to get back to this thread. >.> I didn’t actually realize you had posted. Sorry.)
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Post by trinity on Nov 10, 2008 19:50:59 GMT -5
The mare closed her eyes, trusting her feet to guide her safely as she listened to the hypnotizing beat of their hooves against the ground. Something in the pattern differed and she opened her bright optics to find the source. It took her a moment to locate her love but once she spotted him she snorted curiously, jogging to his side.
There he was, half under the archway that led past the wall of separation, looking back at her with eyes so beautiful she couldn’t resist but carefully stick her nose under archway and sniff once or twice. She couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary and took a hesitant step forward. ”What do you want to do?” Trinity asked, turning to touch her nose to his.
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Post by Halo on Nov 11, 2008 15:39:32 GMT -5
“Whatever you want,” he states bluntly, his face seriously questioning as his invisible brow arches up curiously. And then the sober expression breaks under the strength of a smile and he quickly laps out his tongue to lick the pretty nose touching his. He bounces slightly away, nearly running into the stone wall at the same time, and trots up the short tunnel, having to duck his head only slightly from the proud and excited pose his neck wants to hold it at.
~Lurch
(OOC: Sorry…my muse is kind of coming in an out of focus…)
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