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the ace in exile

She was quivering. Viđarr couldn’t tell if she was cold or scared. Honey gaze is gentle, as gentle as he can absolutely make his face. A sound, too, from her throat. His pulse quickened. Had he done something wrong? Had he done something incorrect? A bit of a spike in Viđarr’s anxiety, prickling across his neck and back.

Away. She steps away as he reaches out, and that’s… that’s okay. He had, in fact, messed things up. Helvete. There’s a flash of teeth too, and Viđarr wilts just slightly. His ears twitched. The shadow of a man realizes that he shouldn’t have moved, but that was the learning curve. When was the last time that he had really and truly been around a woman? When was the last time he had been this close to anyone else? Winter had been long, and he was grateful for the warmth, but she was moving away now.

The spotted mare was broaching the gap once more. Viđarr did not hold his breath, though he wanted to. Close enough to feel her whiskers against his. His gaze flickers to her face, and then back to her… in her proximity. Viđarr is so incredibly curious. What was going to happen? What was going to become of him in this moment.

And then it happened. It was so brief, so fleeting. Viđarr’s heart pounded in his chest. A fleeting touch, the warmth of her muzzle on his. She touched him, and then she moved away. Viđarr wondered for a moment if he’d imagined it, but he can hear her. He can see her. She is certainly real, and she certainly touched him. Viđarr is cold where the woman was, but no longer is. The mare was moving away too-- was she leaving? She stepped away, and it seems she’s leaving.

Nej, his gaze is in earnest. Her posture was severe, but her movement is… less so. “Snälla, vänta,” Viđarr shatters the silence of their moment. He cannot help it. The shadow of the man doesn’t want her to leave. “Please don’t leave.” The words were soft, his accent plaything thickly within them. Softly, the stallion’s gaze rests on the spotted woman. Had he ruined the moment?

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Translations:
Nej -- no
Snälla, vänta -- please, wait






















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