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Posted on October 4, 2020 at 01:00:58 AM by Solomon
Solomon
There is a certain bliss to having Çiçek close to him again. A warmth that radiates directly from her soul and he basks in it with delight. As much as he worried for her, he couldn't deny himself the simple pleasure of just having her here with him for the first time in months. Having her wrapped around his body, and feeling her soft muzzle press against his chest was a small beacon of comfort amidst the other concerns that plagued him.
It felt like coming home.
Despite the brightness of her smile, doubt churns uneasily beneath the surface of his thoughts. Çiçek seemed to sense it too, but rather than absolving him of his worries, she only adds on new layers with her patented charm. To know that she was truly by herself here in the Crossing made his stomach clench uncomfortably and his estimation of both of the Ridge guardians drop by a few degrees. Even with the reasoning his flower girl provides, he cannot help but reason that there were two of them, and a second stallion, apparently. To know they didn't worry about her enough to send someone along at her side, especially after they had already been targeted by someone else, chafed at him. It had been one of the main reasons he had been so uncomfortable leaving her in the Ridge in the first place.
How could he trust someone else to make the hard decisions to keep her safe if it was not him?
Solomon did not doubt that Çiçek's innate charm could get her out of most tricky situations, but the principle of the matter remained. Even if she felt perfectly capable of doing this by herself, it was the job of a leader to protect those in their care, even when they thought they did not want to be protected.
"Do they worry you will forget them so easily?" He teases in response to her flowers, as if he had not felt the self-same abject fear on the beaches of the Ridge when originally negotiating their agreement. Again he lifts his muzzle to trace the strand of hair it is wrapped around, his gaze unusually serious. The memory of the bargain they had made underscores the anxious flutter in his chest. Solomon would have done everything in his power to keep Çiçek close to him if the roles had been reversed, so why was she here now? Why had Çiçek left the two mysterious Ridge guardians, those that trailed their touches across her skin with the same unconscious affection that he did, behind? What had driven her away?
A part of his heart lurches with the hope that he is the reason for her arrival now. That she, like him, felt the pull of their connection and had forgone the long, tedious months of separation to come to him now. When she had first asked for more time with the guardians of the Ridge, Solomon had rationalized that waiting until summer was the safest, if not the most enjoyable. As much as he would love for Çiçek to join him in the Cove now, during the midst of her pregnancy, he knew it wasn't fair. She would lack a winter coat to keep her warm in the bitter Tinuvel winter. Even when spring blossomed across his island and brought much needed warmth, he worried that her pregnancy would make such a swim dangerous. If nothing else had been impressed upon him during his formative years, it was that a pregnant mare was a vulnerable one. Any one of a million different things could go wrong, and he would not willingly risk both of them to the greedy ocean if he could help it.
So he had settled on summer, despite the fact that he would miss these small moments. The joy of feeling their child move, and of curling beside Çiçek to watch a sunrise. Those first precious moments of birth and their first steps. Those first weeks of watching them learn that bees were bad to chase, but butterflies were fine. He would miss all of that, but he would do as gracefully as possible if it mean that Çiçek was safe. By summer, their child would be old enough to swim on it's own, and he was fairly certain he would be able to buy enough time for Çiçek to grow a winter coat if she did decide to stay with him.
Çiçek gives him no time to interrupt or ask questions, her tone brokering no argument as she lays out her reasoning, even as it makes him uneasy. Time to herself? Was that secret code for she regretted the child that she carried?
His brow furrows in concern, and he cranes his head as she does to create space for their gazes to go to the swell of her midsection, just as something beneath the surface jostles and makes her cry out. Solomon has no idea what it would be like to carry a small creature within his own body, to know that their jostling and wiggling were not connected to his own desires, but he imagines it to be very strange. A wry grin forms on his lips that soon softens to something more genuine as her tone assures him that she is not upset about the fierce little soul that she carries. He shifts so that he can place a smiling benediction over the swell of her belly as if to soothe away any pain that accompanied such a kick from inside.
"I can only hope that means their momma did too," he says, the tight worry-accentuated mirth still evident in his teasing. His attention turns briefly to the child within, a soft smile ghosting across his lips. Dropping his voice to a theatrical whisper, he whispers to her baby bump. "Be gentle on your momma, little one. Or else she won't forgive me for putting us in this position."
For a moment he just caresses her skin, relaxing in the presence of the mare he had spent a good deal of time worrying over in the past few months. He takes the time to gather his thoughts before he asks his next question, his gaze rising back to Çiçek's warm brown eyes. He is careful with his wording, not wanting her to take offence to his doubt, despite how much it colors his current concerns. "What are you planning to do now?" He brushes the feminine slope of her shoulder with his muzzle again, his gaze once more raising to her face. "Are you coming home with me early?"
The Cove, with it's chilly winds and snow blanket would not be ideal and he knows it. It would endanger his flower girl almost more than seeing her live on the Crossing all by herself. And yet, selfishly, he wants her in the Cove with the same overriding passion that he had the first time that he saw her. Çiçek calls to him a way that few others do, and he would gladly spent the short remainder of winter cuddled up at her side if it meant that she would stay comfortable in his chilly home.
It felt like coming home.
Despite the brightness of her smile, doubt churns uneasily beneath the surface of his thoughts. Çiçek seemed to sense it too, but rather than absolving him of his worries, she only adds on new layers with her patented charm. To know that she was truly by herself here in the Crossing made his stomach clench uncomfortably and his estimation of both of the Ridge guardians drop by a few degrees. Even with the reasoning his flower girl provides, he cannot help but reason that there were two of them, and a second stallion, apparently. To know they didn't worry about her enough to send someone along at her side, especially after they had already been targeted by someone else, chafed at him. It had been one of the main reasons he had been so uncomfortable leaving her in the Ridge in the first place.
How could he trust someone else to make the hard decisions to keep her safe if it was not him?
Solomon did not doubt that Çiçek's innate charm could get her out of most tricky situations, but the principle of the matter remained. Even if she felt perfectly capable of doing this by herself, it was the job of a leader to protect those in their care, even when they thought they did not want to be protected.
"Do they worry you will forget them so easily?" He teases in response to her flowers, as if he had not felt the self-same abject fear on the beaches of the Ridge when originally negotiating their agreement. Again he lifts his muzzle to trace the strand of hair it is wrapped around, his gaze unusually serious. The memory of the bargain they had made underscores the anxious flutter in his chest. Solomon would have done everything in his power to keep Çiçek close to him if the roles had been reversed, so why was she here now? Why had Çiçek left the two mysterious Ridge guardians, those that trailed their touches across her skin with the same unconscious affection that he did, behind? What had driven her away?
A part of his heart lurches with the hope that he is the reason for her arrival now. That she, like him, felt the pull of their connection and had forgone the long, tedious months of separation to come to him now. When she had first asked for more time with the guardians of the Ridge, Solomon had rationalized that waiting until summer was the safest, if not the most enjoyable. As much as he would love for Çiçek to join him in the Cove now, during the midst of her pregnancy, he knew it wasn't fair. She would lack a winter coat to keep her warm in the bitter Tinuvel winter. Even when spring blossomed across his island and brought much needed warmth, he worried that her pregnancy would make such a swim dangerous. If nothing else had been impressed upon him during his formative years, it was that a pregnant mare was a vulnerable one. Any one of a million different things could go wrong, and he would not willingly risk both of them to the greedy ocean if he could help it.
So he had settled on summer, despite the fact that he would miss these small moments. The joy of feeling their child move, and of curling beside Çiçek to watch a sunrise. Those first precious moments of birth and their first steps. Those first weeks of watching them learn that bees were bad to chase, but butterflies were fine. He would miss all of that, but he would do as gracefully as possible if it mean that Çiçek was safe. By summer, their child would be old enough to swim on it's own, and he was fairly certain he would be able to buy enough time for Çiçek to grow a winter coat if she did decide to stay with him.
Çiçek gives him no time to interrupt or ask questions, her tone brokering no argument as she lays out her reasoning, even as it makes him uneasy. Time to herself? Was that secret code for she regretted the child that she carried?
His brow furrows in concern, and he cranes his head as she does to create space for their gazes to go to the swell of her midsection, just as something beneath the surface jostles and makes her cry out. Solomon has no idea what it would be like to carry a small creature within his own body, to know that their jostling and wiggling were not connected to his own desires, but he imagines it to be very strange. A wry grin forms on his lips that soon softens to something more genuine as her tone assures him that she is not upset about the fierce little soul that she carries. He shifts so that he can place a smiling benediction over the swell of her belly as if to soothe away any pain that accompanied such a kick from inside.
"I can only hope that means their momma did too," he says, the tight worry-accentuated mirth still evident in his teasing. His attention turns briefly to the child within, a soft smile ghosting across his lips. Dropping his voice to a theatrical whisper, he whispers to her baby bump. "Be gentle on your momma, little one. Or else she won't forgive me for putting us in this position."
For a moment he just caresses her skin, relaxing in the presence of the mare he had spent a good deal of time worrying over in the past few months. He takes the time to gather his thoughts before he asks his next question, his gaze rising back to Çiçek's warm brown eyes. He is careful with his wording, not wanting her to take offence to his doubt, despite how much it colors his current concerns. "What are you planning to do now?" He brushes the feminine slope of her shoulder with his muzzle again, his gaze once more raising to her face. "Are you coming home with me early?"
The Cove, with it's chilly winds and snow blanket would not be ideal and he knows it. It would endanger his flower girl almost more than seeing her live on the Crossing all by herself. And yet, selfishly, he wants her in the Cove with the same overriding passion that he had the first time that he saw her. Çiçek calls to him a way that few others do, and he would gladly spent the short remainder of winter cuddled up at her side if it meant that she would stay comfortable in his chilly home.
Replies:
- no one in between - By çiçek October 9, 2020 at 02:47:31 AM
- comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love - By Solomon October 25, 2020 at 08:53:03 AM
- [x] - By çiçek October 25, 2020 at 08:52:09 PM
- comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love - By Solomon October 25, 2020 at 08:53:03 AM
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