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there's something tragic about you
Posted on November 17, 2020 at 09:05:20 AM by Sabriel


SABRIEL

Sabriel felt as vulnerable as the silken strands of a spider’s web in the moments of silence that followed her proclamation. Willingly she’d torn open the bone cage of her breast and laid her heart bare before the very same creature who had once hurt her - because she’d thought that nothing could hurt worse than the sound of Solomon’s self-recrimination. But she had been wrong. This wordless eternity was far worse, because through it echoed the past that each fluttering beat of her heart feared they could not overcome. Perhaps this impasse between grief and joy was the best that they could hope for.

Perhaps - such as with Uriah’s life - there were some things that were destined to end before they could ever truly begin.

She had missed the ragged intake of breath that was Solomon’s initial reaction, but she could not miss the stallion’s words when they arrived an instant later. They wrapped themselves around her chest like a vice, squeezing all the air from her lungs. Leaving her breathless and aching and broken... because they were everything that she had feared. I’m sorry, he began, those syllables wrenching at her heart. Because this was when the Cove’s king would say goodbye, this was the note on which they would part and- You shouldn’t have to fear me. And… it wasn’t what she had expected. Frozen by the contrasting emotions that overwhelmed her, Sabriel could do nothing but wait - and listen - until Solomon continued in a voice that was different than the one she’d grown accustomed to hearing. A voice that was younger, and stronger, and almost absent of pain.

Then let’s try again. If there was any evidence of the power this creature held over her, it was never clearer than in this moment. Sabriel knew that she could not stay. Knew that, when this evening was over, she would return to Bondurant - because the spotted stallion was what she needed. But instead of leaving, she only stepped closer, entangling their bodies so thoroughly that the darkness molded them into a single being. And instead of guarding what remained of her heart, she held it out willingly, knowing that it would be torn in two by the decisions she made here. Because there was no choice - only the illusion of it. Since the first day they had met, she’d been under Solomon’s spell, and nothing that had happened since - nothing that would happen in the seasons to come - could hope to change that.

If she was destined to be broken, however, there were certainly worse ways than this.

Let me make it up to you, the champagne stallion was offering... and pleading. The black mare tilted her head up, the silver curtain of her mane tumbling back from the pale eyes that met his. Last time they’d been so close, she had buried her desire and hidden her emotions. This time, her gaze was guileless - the yearning that she felt clearly visible in their crystalline depths. “Solomon, I-” There were many things that she might have said, but Sabriel cast them all away with reckless abandon. Whatever the consequences, she was tired of being broken. Tired of letting memories hang between them like an impenetrable shroud. With great effort, she sought to lighten her voice - to pull them out of the spinning depths of emotion into which they’d fallen.

“I could think of a few ways for you to do that,” the silver black woman offered teasingly. But it was not a pretense she could maintain for long - not after the trouble that concealing her desires had caused them both last time. “We could start again where we began,” she offered, pinching the lower half of her lip between blunt teeth at the sound of her own temerity. “That is… if you want,” Sabriel hastened to amend, her insecurities resurfacing for a moment. “Then I want - I mean, we could-” Exasperated, the dark mare abandoned further attempts at speech. Instead, she sought to show Solomon the way forward - to lead him down the path that would either mend or destroy them.

Moving slowly, she began to trace his scarred skin with gentle touches and sighs of warm breath - as if worried that anything more might frighten him away.

5 | mare | mixed | silver black somatic brindle | 16.1hh


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