(love and death are all the same)

life.

confusion edged her expression as a voice rose above psithurism and snow. a voice, and bodily warmth.

he was too far to caress her with the sultriness of breath on-ear, but his presence seemed to encase her in a sensation of protection and care. it was alien enough to instill apprehension in every fiber; yet desperation enticed the spread of want, of yearning. a twist of her gaze found him in her peripherals as he approached, and unsteadily her weight shifted. her posture stretched, lifting her chin in unsaid rebellion, and defiance.

morgause, if anything, enjoyed riling tempers.

"what?"

verdant eyes met verdant eyes; hers, shades icier, held their stare as one might a blade. sharp, artful: ready to pierce.

"so you can do me harm away from the eyes of others?" it fell deadpan between the pair, any humor intended went awash by the unreadable expression fixed on her countenance. she let a moment pass, allowing any trepidation he'd have rise to the ready; to test the fortitude of his kindness. a hooking smirk warmed the algid nature of the witchy thing's stare; further drawn away from bratty contempt by his mock-bow and introduction. the youth faltered, dropping any pretense of putting up a fight by the display. a brow quirked, amusement set.

"morgause, of nowhere. maybe the sea. morgause of the sea. does have a ring to it, doesn't it?"


two year old / gypsy cob / fourteen hands