The Lost Islands
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turn men into beasts



She lied to him. Tyr knew it from the subtle dip of her head. The way she cast her eyes away as she spoke. Even if he had missed those small cues, Tyr wouldn’t have forgotten the lack of vanity that Kvothe carried. Although she had changed considerably in some ways, that was not one of them. But as she steers the conversation away, he does not balk against it. If Kvothe did not want to talk to him about it, then he will not make her. It is enough to hear her laugh, and for her to speak normally; even going so far as to tease him. It warms Tyr’s heart, and he closes his eyes briefly as she touches the scarred skin along his neck before taking up the task of plucking the jungle debris from his thick, pale mane.


“I am here, so I would assume that for now, I have won.” He replied, opening his eyes again to reach over and brush away the dirt from her side. Lingering a little longer than necessary along her flank. It was too early for anything to show, but Tyr had known the moment she had conceived. It was just like before when her scent had changed. When she had carried Frey, Aslan (their poor little lion child), and the twins. Would she give him another son? Would she give him another set of twins?


Finally lifting his head, Tyr reaches over to rest his chin upon her back and once again closes his eyes. The stallion doesn’t intend to fall asleep. Only to soak up the situation that he had thought he could dream about. To relive the memories of her presence. Having it in reality almost seemed like too much to believe, and yet Tyr knew it was real with every touch he made, and every warm breath he felt of hers on his skin.


“When you are ready, I would like for you to meet Oswin.” he says softly without opening his eyes. “I don’t want to keep you a secret here forever. But I don’t want you overwhelmed, either.” Slowly, he drags his chin off her back and blinks open his two toned eyes so that he could once again see Kvothe’s face as he tilts his head to glance back at her.


For so many seasons; no, years. For so many years, Kvothe had been a secret. Meeting her in the Falls, trying to send her to the Peak away from the Lagoon. It had all been in an attempt to keep her safe. When in reality, she had only been her safest when he had finally taken responsibility. When he had taken her to the Lagoon like he should have from the very beginning. He hadn’t been a good stallion then, though, only a faked one in front of her. Tyr couldn’t even recall when fake became a reality. When Kvothe’s softness had begun to steer him in the right direction, away from all the vile things the snake woman had poisoned him with. Did Kvothe know he had nearly collapsed into those dark acts again without her pillar of strength?


Did Kvothe know the importance of her being in his life?

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stallion | shire x | sooty dunalino roan pintaloosa | 18hh

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