who can you trust when everything you touch turns to gold Posted on November 2, 2025 at 02:51:35 AM by Mhidas
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The bronze boy could not help but tremble as new sounds met his ears. Lucifer must have been approaching; he could hear the whisper of the steps in the shifting sand padding closer. Golden ears twisted anxiously atop the crown of the arabesque male's head. Their cupped shapes brushed against tangled locks of his mane as he peered sightlessly in the direction of the other male.
Mhidas couldn't help but flinch at the sensation of warm breath suddenly hitting his face. It was too painful to try to open his eyes, but the gold champagne tried-- and failed-- to look at the Dunes' lead anyway. He managed not to shy away when Lucifer's lips touched his face, but Mhidas was still trembling. It could have been from the pain in his eyes or his fear at not knowing the black's next moves.
Even if something was telling him that he may not need to fear the draft, a lifetime of lessons hammered home was not something one could undo in mere moments. The young paint swallowed thickly --his mouth gone dry again-- and spoke tremulously once more. "A-Am I in the Dunes?"