evandr’s eyes do not leave the body of the small brown and white mare. they linger on her body, her face, watching for the exact moment when she might reveal whether his presence is desirable or not. he blinks, pale lashes closing over eyes the color of dark water, waiting, and when her blue eyes flash, evandr finds his body tensing as if she raises the whip toward him. instead, the compact creature seems to loosen some, unwinding with an exploration of his form that leaves him feeling strangely vulnerable. her words cause those soft eyes to widen, the tan stallion curling his dark grey-pink lips into a small sheepish smile. ”oh.. well i.. —“ he stammers throatily ”i only mean, i’d help you find what you might be looking for…” he mutters this half to himself, eventually realizing that she had moved on from her initial attempt to stir him. he steps a bit closer, partly because his body recognizes a base instinct to be close to those who might have any want to be near him, and partly because he is intrigued by the creature whose gaze seems to pare him down as if she were the knife and he the fruit. her body elongates before him, bringing his attention to the white collar she wears just above her shoulders, and then to the next patch just at the rounding curve of her hips. he turns away, deciding chastely that it would be remiss not remain aware of their surroundings…. not to mention he worried that the small mare might be set on seducing him. perhaps someday he would not object to such pursuits, but for today? he had deemed this the day for a fresh beginning, the noble pursuit of the next portion of his life. evandr was a romantic. there was a heart out there, delicate and yearning, that called to his own, if only he could find it. faldne had a certain allure, but there was an iciness in her blue eyes that mocked his softness. his skin quivers, the color of wet sand and taut as a bowstring, when she speaks again, his eyes finding hers once again and puttying under the wonton hunger he sees there. his sides pull in deeper breaths than he means to, than he should need, as if the oxygen has drained from the air. it isn’t until she smiles, dampening the electricity in the air on a whim, that he can find himself again. it feels safer now, for him to approach. she has said something of great import, he feels, and the tension between them is a different kind now. he can find some use for himself in this soft weary part of her. he draws forward, reaching out to touch his velvety muzzle to the curve of her neck. ”each moment is the beginning of something and the death of another, faldne”… he withdraws, feeling his heart pounding in his ears at such an admission. ”you seek something. perhaps when you lay your eyes upon it the path you hope for will become clearer.” he makes an assumption, remembering the searching expression on the small mare’s face when he had first approached. often times it was the moment that you found what you were looking for that you realized you were needing something entirely different |