Vadim
stallion | draft x | dunalino pintaloosa | 18hhs
Devi had said his name a hundred times or more, in varies tones, but somehow the way she whispers it now like a sought after sin, nearly undoes him. He takes a step closer to solidify his touch for something more than just a light brush, when she turns away from him, beckoning him to follow. With ears perking and a quick glance around, Vadim falls in step behind the champagne mare as she leads him back the way he’d come before turning for the Bay. Only when the nearby border begins to fill his nose does she stop.
When Devi turns back to him, Vadim feels like she’s tossed a bucket of cold water on him. She had nearly sought him with teeth or her warming touch, but an explanation instead. For the majority of his life, Vadim would have fed her a half-truth story. Of being here for other reasons and just happened to catch her scent. And although this felt a lot like when he was young and sneaking around, in reality he was not.
“I’ve selfishly missed you, since you left the Harbor.” Vadim admits honestly. “l tried to stay away but…. I just couldn’t.” Not when her words still haunted him that she had never wanted him to leave.
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