I missed you both so.
Their hearts melted at the same time, the same quick speed, into the same lovesick goo that filled them up and might’ve changed their pupils to hearts if it were a cartoon. Nephilim’s smile was more bashful; Castillon’s was somewhat endearingly cocky.
I do not like being parted in the winter.
Almost in unison, both boys shook their heads the exact same. Their eyes flicked to meet one another and they laughed. It was as if they could read one another’s micro-expressions and they knew without saying it that they were marveling at the same thing. To be so in love with her; to have been missed by her. There was that same shared surprise too - You’re not upset I love her? No. Are you upset that I love her too? No. Weird. But good? Yeah. Really good. It made them feel giddy, like colts playing for the first time. Chati tugged at their hair and the boy’s laughed. True, happy laughter. It was deeper than it’d been just a season ago, but it was light; carefree. Here, with her, that was what they could be.
She settled between them and, when she inhaled for her big sigh, they felt the shift of her body, both turning their weight into her so they could fully press up against her. Together, it was almost as if they were holding her. This feels right. Better. I missed this. They both turned their cheeks toward her and smiled.
Here they stood among literal Paradise, but both of the stallion’s only had eyes for her. She was the most beautiful thing they could ever think of seeing. Special to them both.
“It really does,” Castillon agreed. He appeared earnest, even saying it in hushed tones as he stretched his neck, leaning in to brush his lips across her skin and breathe them into her coat. He felt a shiver rush down his dark-lined spine, clear to where the solid white blanket sat over his haunches. His tail, now boasting a few strands of white over the top, lifted off his haunches.
Nephilim touched her idly too, then breathed a contented sigh over her shoulder. His life had been turmoil as of late, and he’d been silently struggling, trying to appear strong for his mother. Here, he didn’t have to worry about those things. He was with Castillon, and they were with the first mare they’d both fallen in love with.
It was quite a moment more and then Castillon frowned and said in a normal-level tone, “Hey, weren’t we supposed to be looking at a jungle or something?” But he still muttered it against Chati’s throat and didn’t quite pull himself away from snuggling her.
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