I don't really like myself without you
There was so much he needed to tell her. What would this mean for his coming plans? The whole reason he lost her was because of his selfish revenge mission and now the fates were cruel enough to bring her back. Just when he had finally decided to put everything he had left on taking revenge. He had no one left to love. His children were grown and gone, Lace was presumably dead, and he was there when Arael took her last breath. He only had a few horses to act vengeance upon before he joined them. So, he returns to the islands to make his final peace. Have a few more babies so that his father’s legacy didn’t die alongside his dignity, kill Rougaru, and take a few more down along the way that caused his pain. Lace was never supposed to come back to him.
Their eyes meet as he utters her name and she utters his own. The ghost he thought she was, was all too real. She sounded just like Lace. The facial expressions, those eyes, and that smell…it was all real. Lace’s demeaner quickly changes into anger. His head thrusts upwards when her hoof hits the ground. He expected her to hit him. Lace was never the soft and fuzzy type when she was angry so he wouldn’t be surprised. His ears point backwards when the angry words started to pour out of her mouth. The mare then has the audacity to place a nip on his shoulder!
At first, he was speechless, but then his balls kick in. ”I’ve been looking for you too!” He stomps his own hoof in anger. ”I aborted my whole reason for coming back here to find you,” eyes narrow as he takes just one step closer. His lips lash out quickly to place his own nip upon her shoulder, but just as he pinches her skin, he turns gentle. Lips slide gently against her skin up the curve of her neck and to her small, spotted, ear. ”I even went back home thinking you might have gone back.” His whisper was intense. Not loving like he typically was with her, but angry. ”You weren’t there, but I could not come back here again. Arael needed me.” He pulls away slowly so that she could see the hurt in his eyes. Maybe she would understand without him speaking another word.
Arael was dead and he was here to finish it all.