Meadow
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Posted on December 11, 2021 at 11:18:36 AM by Viđarr
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The ache in his chest was nearly enough to bring him to his knees. Viđarr couldn’t begin to describe the feeling. A heart made of lead. The shadow tried to process all of the thoughts, all of the things echoing in his head, but he couldn’t stop it. No, all he can do is feel. This wasn’t something the stallion was accustomed to, but here he was. Here he was, feeling. It hurt. Every moment of it ached, but it was worth it. For her, it was worth it. Beneath the snow, he could see the rise and fall of her ribs. Viđarr knew that she was alive, but in cold like this, he didn’t know how well she’d be. The cold, the wet, the damp… she needed to wake up. She had to. “Snälla…” Quiet… soft. Far softer than usual, with strange emotions rising to the surface. Viđarr’s heart ached in his chest. The sound echoing from the mare sent a pang to his heart. He took a sharp breath in, feeling the cold winter air in his lungs. What felt like hours passed before her eyes flickered open. The relief was nearly too much for Viđarr. He was able to breathe again. She was okay, she was still here. The relief is short lived, and the shadow should have known better than to be this close. He’d startled her, he’d done more to drive her away. In all of his hopes that she’d be close, that she’d stay close, he’d startled her. Another wave of guilt crashed over his shoulders. Still, Viđarr doesn’t draw away with the flash of white teeth, with the frantic striking of hooves. All he offers is a soft whicker, an attempt at comfort. He dodged carefully to the side, not wanting to catch a wayward kick. All the shadow wanted to do was reach out… he knew he couldn’t. “Käraste I’m sorry,” it’s all Viđarr can say. Suddenly, everything stopped. All he can hear is the hammering of his own heart and the breath from the mare before him. Viđarr’s ears pitched forward. She was still– was she hurt? Though that remained to be seen, her stillness was something else. The shadow matched her softness, amber gaze settling carefully upon her. Her nicker was a balm, melting more of the worry away. She sees him. Viđarr was grateful. “You’re cold,” his brow furrowed. The shadow isn’t great with words, especially outside of his mother tongue. “I can keep you warm.” Viđarr would wait for a response to that offer. In these moments, he was scared to lose her again. Too much, too soon, and he feared that she would flee. He took a singular step forward, moving to block a breeze from her side as it kicked back up. The ache in his chest had subsided, if only slightly. After a year in the same orbit, they’d intersected again. Viđarr wouldn’t– couldn’t let go this time. - - - - - - - Translations: Snälla - please Käraste - dearest click for full image w/credits |
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- like petals in the wind - By Lanfear January 2, 2022 at 11:29:59 AM
- the ace in exile - By Viđarr December 19, 2021 at 09:15:58 PM
- like petals in the wind - By Lanfear December 17, 2021 at 09:13:19 AM
- the ace in exile - By Viđarr December 13, 2021 at 10:45:54 AM
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