Meadow
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Posted on January 7, 2022 at 11:51:54 AM by Viđarr
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It’s gravity. It’s magnetism. It held them in orbit for so long… and now it pulled them together. It was too fierce, too intense for Viđarr to fight. He didn’t want to fight. No, the shadow didn’t just want her, he needed her. He needed her in all the ways that he’d never admit to himself, or to anyone else. Even through that, he trusts that she knows. She knows underneath it all… Viđarr knows that she knows. And for him, that is enough. The fates have woven a tale between them, one as old as time. Call it destiny, call it what you will… nothing will pull them apart. Not now, and not ever again. She would not lose Viđarr. Losing her would shatter him in ways that he couldn’t know, and couldn’t yet understand the gravity of. No matter what it took, he would make her happy. He would do whatever he could for her, and go to the ends of the earth if he had to. Solitude was enriching, but there was nothing to enrich without her near. The center of his universe. With her here, pressed against his neck, everything seems to slide into place. Viđarr is whole, everything sliding into place. When she finally peeks out from under his neck, the shadow’s heart swells in his chest. Though he pines for her to be tucked away close, there’s the feeling of her gaze. The same feeling as the sun warm on his back, the first winter’s snow against his skin, the last summer blackberries on his tongue. All of his favorite things in the world… but to feel her gaze soft on his, and her touch softly against his muzzle was all of those things and more. Her forgiveness nearly brings the shadow to his knees. With a tenderness that bordered on reverence, the shadow reaches to softly comb through the tangles of the blanketed mare’s mane. He is ever so careful not to tug or pull, not to get tangled within any residual frost. Viđarr can feel a warmth that makes its home within his bones, keeping the winter chill at bay. “Jag älskar dig,” he breathes the words. Viđarr allows his mother tongue to step in where words in the common one would fail him. As long as they both shall live, the shadow is hers. click for full image w/credits |
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