He should have seen that little glint of crazy in her eyes before ever approaching. Switch, her name suited her for her sweet nature that could also turn into anger on the dime. Fiero didn’t feel a reason to be wary, completely forgetting how he’d up and left his sweet firecracker without a word, shuffling even closer when she accepted his wandering touch. It seemed to hit a nerve though, for one minute he is happily breathing in her salty mixed scent and the next is spent trying to backpedal himself away from the teeth of the mad woman who was hell bent on latching onto his skin. The words she screams were not lost to him, his ears going back but he doesn't try to retaliate like most would have. His mother had taught him to be a proper gentleman, right?
Her temper flares out just as soon as it has come on, her point made with the stinging superficial wounds to his neck and chest. He had taken each of her blows without flinching, knowing deep down he had wronged her immensely and did regret, a rarity for a male to show his feelings so easily. Fiero watches her for a moment, waiting for another strike to come at him but when none come his eyes fall to hers before he moves to embrace her. There was fear, something Fiero didn’t think he was capable of causing another to feel, but here his Switch lady was with that look to her eyes. He felt sick to his stomach. “I am sorry little one,” his voice is soft and tender, seaking to soothe her emotions to a gentle wave again while he brushes his nose against her dark cheek once more.
“I didn't mean to leave….the moment we had was wonderful, but I had been caught into the stallion's hormonal rut and i was a bit too embarrassed to stick around as you were my first mare,” Fiero admits to her, head lowering to look down at their hooves and the ground in thought. He could have handled things a lot differently perhaps, taken the time to swoon her with sweet words and endless promises but he had nothing to his name nor blood. He was a lagoonie, just as his parents were. What sort of life did he have to offer any mare really?
“I ran like a coward, but I promise it will not happen again,” he swears when bringing his head back up to look at her, eyes searching to meet hers. She had to see he really meant it.
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