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 Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 4:11 am
This is a private roleplay between Invictus (Teh Cheryl) and Pele' (LydaLynn). Please do not post without permission.
This follows directly after Kindred Spirits. 
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 4:31 am
It was the light that woke him. He could already hear the faint twitter of the winter mockingbirds. A quiet groan worked its way up from Invictus' throat, his eyes blinking open slowly in response the the slowly rising sun at the horizon, the sky already cast in an array of orange and pinks that banished the stars away from another day. The glare of the sun in the snow blinded him momentarily and he shut his eyes tightly for a few seconds before opening them again. The glare was no less bright, but aptly prepared he let his eyes sweep across the valley, noting the long shadows reaching forward from the edges of the forest. Why had he slept in the valley...? he thought drowsily, still not fully awake.
The twitching of an elegant golden wing across his back coupled with the warmth breath against his neck brought the events of the previous night racing back to the forefront of his mind. Invictus was almost afraid to look, afraid that maybe he had been imagine everything. Last night had felt like a fairy tale, the meeting of a hapless fool with a mystical fey. It would be conceit to think that someone would stay with him through the night, that he hadn't just imagined such a meeting to soothe his own wishes. But the warmth against his side didn't disappear as the second ticked by and he could hear and feel the rhythmic exhales of someone against him.
He steeled himself for disappointment and then slowly, slowly he turned his head. When his eyes lit upon the mare, still tucked carefully against him, wings still wrapped around his side, still so very very real, he couldn't help his wondrous, disbelieving tone. "Pele'," he whispered, the name leaving his lips like a prayer. It had been real. She had been real, and she had stayed.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 9:39 pm
Pele felt bonelessly relaxed. She rarely slept more than four or five hours at a time but she could feel she had rested more than that. And half of her muscles were still warm and loose. That was different. What had awakened her? Then the warmth at her side moved again and her name was spoken in a reverent whisper. That wasn't right. Startled, she moves away from the warmth, eyes blinking in the bright glare of the day, tears streaming as she doesn't give herself time to adjust. Tucking her wings close to her side, where they were less likely to be damages, she moves back, scrambling across snowy ground. It wasn't Spike, he never spoke like that, and she was fairly certain she had left him in a cave a few days ago. Given that he was a bear she wasn't sure she'd see him again for a few months. But other than Spike . . . who would know her name? It wasn't her father or mother, or anyone from her family herd. They had never been so close as to sleep side by side. And even if it was, they never understood her and would have left her sleeping as long as possible, finding her endless dancing and singing awkward. Her eyes begin to clear of the tears pulled from them by the bright light as hazy memories from the night before start to coalesce. She remembers . . . dancing . . . but not alone. That in itself was strange enough to be memorable. Then she remembers . . . singing, with words, meaning, emotion. And . . . falling, soaring, hoping, fearing, running, stopping, knowing. She remembers peace. By the time she remembers that, she's scrambled back to the edge of the woods. But she stops. Taking deep breaths, she shakes her head, trying to toss her long mane from her eyes. Breath pluming she blinks at him, trembling. "Invictus?" Her eyes soften as she looks at him in the daylight. He was stunning. And her heart soared as if on the wings of the phoenix on his back. She remembered. And she wasn't alone.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2016 11:42 pm
Invictus wondered if it was possible to hear a heart break. He could feel the crack, the splinters of his heart fall apart as Pele' wrenched himself away from him. The warm blanket of euphoria had been stripped from him in that moment. He had thought... Invictus blinked, feeling a tall tell itch in his eyes that he refused to acknowledged, and turned away, his shoulders hunched down and his head bowed low. His bangs flopped forward, obscuring his eyes and the familiarity of the movement gave him momentary comfort.
He had thought... Invictus blinked again, chasing away the itch and tried not to think of much at all. It was futile however, the hurt so sharp and new, that as much as he tried to shake it off with the usual practiced ease, it came back twice as vicious.
She had not wanted him in the end. It had, perhaps, just been a dream, a flight of fancy and now that the sun was up and the mystical aura of the previous night gone, she had come to her senses. He could see her from the corner of his eyes, fleeing to the edge of the forest to disappear from his life forever. That was the constant in his life--that those who weren't obligated to love him never did.
He was already preparing himself for the long trek home, to maybe find himself lost in the winding side paths and find a corner of the world to crawl into, when he heard the soft calling of his name in a voice that was already beginning to sound familiar to him. He turned toward it, surprised to see that she had stopped and was looking at him with so much amazement that his previous, however short-lived, heartbreak quivered at the edges, already threatening to dissipate. He took a cautious step forward, his traitorous mind whispering hope into his ear, and he could feel his legs shake. "Pele," he said--askedpleadedbegged--as he took another step. And then another. And another.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2016 1:00 am
He was moving towards her. And the closer he got, the easier it was to breath. Like he was bringing her life, her breath, her heart, with him. She stood there, trembling, waiting. And then she realized . . . saw . . . A lump in her throat as she move forward in a rush. A dancer's precision and grace making sure she stopped before they collided. He had come more than half the distance between them, but she couldn't make him come all the way. " I am here." Her voice pitched for his ears alone. Closing her eyes she shivers, " It wasn't a dream." The words were intended for herself but even as she spoke she leaned forward, seeking him, his heat, his touch. " You're still here. You didn't leave. I . . . " Her eyes flutter open, seeking his. " Is this real? A piece of forever in a moment of sun and snow and . . . triumph." Another tremor passes through her as she poises a bare breath away from touching him. Longing and fear wrapped in hope and loss shining from eyes that hold his. " Invictus?" The barest breath of sound that quivers melodic on the air. She wasn't sure what she was asking but knew that only he had the answer.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 12:39 am
Invictus felt his heart soar when she rushed to him, her mane blowing back against her like a golden halo that glimmered in the early sunlight. He could feel the tension drain from him rapidly at her assurance, the sudden catharsis making him shaky in a mix of apprehension and relief. He held himself back from running to meet her, afraid of the strength of his own limbs that barely made it each step and afraid, always afraid, of potential incoming rejection.
He couldn't resist the smile that bloomed, however small and tentative, though across his face as he watched her lean in to him, reaching just as he was to her. He moved himself closer, closing the final few inches that was left between them. An audible sigh chest as he rubbed his cheek against hers, reveling at the warmth of her soft skin against his. The soft of his nose brushed against her neck and a bubble of contentment rose in his chest.
"It wasn't a dream," he repeated, assured, to both himself and the mare. "I said that I wouldn't leave, and I promise, I promise, that I will stay and that we will never be alone again. I--" he breaks off, his words heavy, headier than they were the previous night as they stood in the light of day. It had been easy in the night to make these promises, easy cold of the snow and the presence of just the moon. But in the day, he felt his soul more exposed, as though the entire world could see what he was offering to her.
He moves back and looks into her eyes, steady, and knew he would not turn back even if he could. "This I swear to you on the beating of my heart, the passing of my blood, and the air of my lungs. I swear it to you on the scent of the fresh grass, of the sound of the shore, and the color of the sky. I swear it to you." And only you.
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2016 1:49 am
Her vision swims as her eyes well with tears. Shaking her head as she blinks rapidly, Pele's throat closes with emotion. He was right there, and promising . . . But she had lived with the promise of family before. And it had been lost, not once but twice. Three times if you counted her mother's death while she was in her basket. Yet Invictus stood there and promised, and she ached to believe him. And it terrified her to believe him. Pele' didn't know if she could survive disappointed hope again. And as she wonder that, she knows she couldn't survive not trying. There was something delicate and amazing and beautiful being offered to her. Her heart was already there, open and exposed and ready to be hurt. But he wasn't crushing her, he wasn't leaving. Invictus was offering something so special to her. And in his eyes she saw the same fear, the same need, and the same open risk. Pele' could feel the moment, the vibration in the world that could make something magical or shatter them both. And the music and words flowed, promising where she didn't know how to speak. "A thousand-one nights out in the desert
A thousand-one stars in the purple sky
A million vows of love forever
Trapped in your darkened eye.
A thousand-one chimes that come from nowhere
A thousand-one winds that blow the flames
A million breaths upon the candles
Trapped in your heart the same.
A thousand-one spices so thickly perfumed
A thousand-one wines pouring over the moon
A thousand-one lifetimes
I've suffered too much
But I would trade it all
For a single touch.
A thousand-one nights out in the desert
A thousand-one stars in the purple sky
A million vows of love forever
Trapped in your darkened eye." As the song ends, her voice trailing away, she steps forward. In spite of her fear she chose to trust. Trust where her heart lead and trust in the stallion before her. Slowly, as if afraid he might not be real, she nuzzles his neck, sighing when she feels him, solid, at her touch.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 12:07 pm
Invictus could feel his heart pounding, waiting, and hoping that she'd come back to him. His soul soared when she opened her mouth, her song coming so freely from her. It was just as beautiful sounding as it had been the previous night, and the notes hung in the air, mingling with the chirping of the birds and echoed into the valley. It was a the song of a promise, different words but the same meaning as his declaration only moments before. He ducked his head, his mane once again falling over his left eye, but a tentative smile crept across his face.
The smile remained when Pele' took the final steps between them, closing the gap that he had carefully left. He had offered himself, and she had accepted, giving the small precious bit of herself to him in return. He breathed in deep, burying his nose into her mane and reveling in the feeling of her warm skin against his. It felt more right than anything ever had before, and he, oddly, felt more comfortable in his skin now than he had even in his happiest moments alone. "Hello, there," he murmured affectionately, unable to put his emotions into words this time, his eyes fluttering closed in happiness.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 1:10 pm
Her voice breathy, "Invictus . . . triumphant, exultant . . . mine." She blinks as tears well hot in her eyes. "You see me." Those words, as if that was the most amazing thing in the world, quiver with emotion. Her body aches to move, to dance, the moment reaching out to be expressed to the world, with the world. Joy so full she was bursting, the feel of the moment quivering in muscles that were on the edge of leaping, twisting, stretching to share meaning in a moment of absolute clarity. And though the need vibrates in her, for the first time, she doesn't let it carry her away. The dance that had been her one constant . . . there was something else, something more, that called her more completely. Not something, someone. There with her cheek against his neck she let the quivering need go, let it be less than her everything. She still felt the draw, the drive, but not as strongly as she felt him, them. With a trembling breath, "I am here."
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