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Post by rhianna4554 on May 9, 2012 9:19:55 GMT -5
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She hadn’t rejected his words or his actions much to his relief. Again her vulnerability struck him leaving him saddened. This time he did not bother resisting the urge to touch her. Neck stretching out he cautiously brushed his muzzle against her forehead automatically inhaling her very much missed scent. It was so easy to give into the fact it felt so damn right being around her but he would be a fool to do so. She could so easily turn on him. Silence fell for a while before he settled on another song. She had not protest at his first for one thing and for another it might help convince her. Head pulling away he surveyed her for a second before allowing the lyrics to flow.
“Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Everyday I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time”
“Come what may, come what may
I will love you until my dying day”
Part of him questioned his own motives for signing such a song to her. Maybe part of him stupidly hoped that she would forgive him enough to be with him. Such a childish dream.
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Post by Thoxic on May 9, 2012 9:22:59 GMT -5
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She closed her eyes, accepting what happened, both the touching and that he was singing to her. What should she do? Her whole body felt hopeless and weak, even though she took in every word that he was singing. It was beautiful, but it was his touch that made the most difference to her. She loved being touched, it was like a drug to her, something she couldn't be without. That was why she had joined Kahukura from the beginning, she had sought the company and the touch from other horses. But this, this was another sort of touch, and coming from the one who she had thought she hated the most, it wasn't that unpleasant actually. How strange...
"He won't kill you.."
She whispered lowly, as a respone to his early statement that he had come to get his punishment, and maybe his death. But he wasn't going to die, not my Risk's hand, not by anybodys hand.
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Post by rhianna4554 on May 9, 2012 9:39:01 GMT -5
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She didn’t pull away from his touch something which he couldn’t decide was a good thing or not. Again she did not protest at his song but he refused to allow himself to hope for anything. Reaching out again his muzzle made contact with hers briefly a chuckle breaking free at her comment. It felt good to make such a sound again. “He might…I deserve it anyway.” Shifting slightly closer concern stirred again. She was clearly exhausted from the premature birth which left him unhappy about her still being on her feet. “You need to rest Ilona.” Gentle concern was in the words and for a moment he considered adding the suggestion that he would leave. He decided against it though knowing full well that she would turn him away if she wanted him gone. As much as he tried to supress the hope that she wouldn’t it was still there. He very much doubted it was a good thing.
"Dante speech"
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Post by Thoxic on May 9, 2012 9:42:07 GMT -5
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She didn't answer his comment that she needed to rest, in her mind, she didn't need it, even though she felt dead tired. But she did answer one thing.
"I won't let him."
her voice was soft, her eyes closed, like she was falling asleep, but she wasn't, she was just relaxed and didn't know what to do or say, but she knew that she would never let Risk kill Dante, no matter what he had done to her. Somewhere in her miserable, broken heart, she still loved him. Strange, huh? But I t was true, she just didn't realize it completely, not until know at least. It was at the sane time hard to realize that you loved someone who had hurt you so badly.
And anyways, she didn't have anywere to rest. That forest was the only one away from Kahukura, the next safe place to rest was Hihiri, and that twenty minutes from here, at least. She couldn't go back to Risk yet, she couldn't handle him now, she just couldn't.
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Post by rhianna4554 on May 9, 2012 9:46:48 GMT -5
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A slight frown formed at her words. Wouldn’t let him? Out of everyone he would have thought she would have been the one wanting such a thing most. He refused to believe the little niggling thought that she might still love him. “We will see.” Right now he didn’t want to bring up another argument and so kept any other remarks to himself. Seeing her eyes close he shifted his body so his side lightly touched hers. Hesitantly he draped his neck over hers. He knew he was pushing it but she looked so frail. “You should go soon…I imagine your lead will be wondering where you are.” Guilt stirred briefly. Had he taken some of his anger about the whole business out on her? I should meet him soon.”“ It was an absent minded mumble to himself thoughts drifting for a moment. Unhooking his neck from hers he watched her silently for a moment before speaking again. “I need some sleep…stay if you want Ilona.” For a moment hope that she would stay stirred but he pushed it away quickly. Unless he was absolutely certain that she still loved him and wanted to be with him again there was no way he was letting such emotions get caught up in things again.
"Dante speech"
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Post by Thoxic on May 9, 2012 9:52:05 GMT -5
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She was looking at him calmly the whole time, listening to what he said, and searching her own body and mind for reasons to go away, to leave him there. She found none. She knew that she wouldn't be okay if she walked back now, she was too tired to take care of an anxious, furious Risquè, and she didn't care, honestly, if he was mad at her.
Instead of answering him, she walked up a bit from the sand, away from the forest, but still on the few grassy spots that there was, against a giant rock, and she just folded her legs underneath her. Her legs could bear her any longer, so she laid down, resting her head against the ground, listening to the waves. It was almost evening now, and she wasn't planning on going back to the herd until tomorrow, she hadn't planned on it before she had met him either. She needed some time away before she got back to the leads questions and wonderings about why she wasn't pregnant any longer.
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Post by rhianna4554 on May 9, 2012 9:54:31 GMT -5
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Her silence was a little unnerving he had to admit but then again there was little she would probably want to say to him. At least she didn’t move away from his touches. He didn’t follow her when she moved away for he guessed that she was leaving him. He did not expect to see her stop and lie down. Wordlessly he moved after her wondering briefly if it was an invitation. Probably but his lacking social skills left him cautious. Reaching her he hesitated before reaching out muzzle brushing against her neck lightly. Slowly he picked his way around her letting his burning legs give way once he was behind her. Shifting slightly, so she could lean into him if she wished and so that his injured cannon did not touch the ground, his muzzle came to rest on his knees eyes quickly half closing. He had lost so much sleep during their separation and now that she was with him the feeling of restlessness was no longer there letting exhaustion crash through him.
"Dante speech"
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Post by Thoxic on May 9, 2012 10:00:50 GMT -5
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She listened slightly to when he came and laid himself behind her, she just appreciated som kind of feeling of being safe when trying to get some rest. She didn't know if she could sleep though, but she'd try, as long as it didn't get too cold. She chose not to speak because she was out of words, her body and mind didn't have the strength to actually cara about talking right now. She wanted silence, silence and rest, and to feel at least slightly renewed tomorrow.
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Post by rhianna4554 on May 9, 2012 10:05:06 GMT -5
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She didn’t reject his closeness with her and it again surprised him even though he considered the idea that it was just because she was emotionally drained. Head raising his muzzle brushed against her shoulder lightly ruffling part of her mane slightly in the process.
“Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don’t you cry
For one so small
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you
Keep you safe and warm”
The words designed to be soothing to her had the same effect on him. It reminded him of the times when he is own dam would sing it to him. Eyes drifting fully shut darkness quickly descended his mind drifting off into a doze.
"Dante speech"
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