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 Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 3:49 pm
PRP between Roman Foi's Pavitra and Novablu's Anansi smile  
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 4:18 pm
Man. What she wouldn’t give for a ray of warm sunshine to beat down on her black pelt, having grown shaggy from the winter instead of it’s sleek form. Winter was being abnormally long this year and she wasn’t quite sure why--it wasn’t this horrible last year! Either way, she was ready for spring to grace them with tolerable temperatures, rain, and fields of flowers. Even if she wasn’t the sort of mare to like flowers, they were better than an endless expanse of white blanketing the ground. Much better.
Anansi wasn’t an old mare by any means, but the winter cold made her bones ache like she was an elder, especially with the distances she’d been covering. Well--before Pavitra. She shook her head, silver and gold mane spilling around her. Pavi, Pavi, Pavi. She’d sworn off stallions for the longest time after what…had happened in the past. Males would only wound emotions and leave scars that would only fade but never fully heal. When she thought of Lyle and the life they’d started for themselves, it made her both saddened and furious. She should’ve seen it coming, but she’d been so damn stupid. So damn young and naïve…
But she couldn’t be mad at herself for things that happened years ago. Still… She wondered what happened to her daughters, two pieces of her heart that had chipped away. Were they okay? She doubted she’d ever see them again…and maybe that was a good thing. She wouldn’t want Harper near gentle Pavi. Wouldn’t want to see what her daughter’s biting words would do.
Pavi was…different than the others. Perhaps they’d found each other for that reason alone--companionship in the simplest of forms. She’d been lonely for so long and it was a bit of an adjustment to have a traveling companion, but…she liked it. For the first time in a long time, Anansi felt right.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 7:51 pm
Pavi meandered beside Anansi, grateful not only the drifting warmth he felt from her at his side, but... well, the companionship... it was an unimaginable relief, like a weight on his chest he hadn't realized was there until he had relieved it. Like his lungs were only just contracting fully with air, and before had been unable to fill his rib cage. It was almost euphoric, not being so alone any longer.
He would steal glances her way, making sure she wasn't disappearing, or having second thoughts--he was constantly trying to read her emotions, making sure she was happy. He would hate to run her off for what ever reason possible. He would smile each time they made eye contact, and sometimes, even when he just thought about her.
He sometimes, not often, would question why in the world he had developed a tie so incredible to another mare (another person in general) so quickly. Was it smart? Was it deluded? Was there something wrong with him? Neediness? Pity? All sorts of reasoning flitted through his mind, but he only needed to look over to Ana, and think about his state when she found him. See her patience on her face, and the kindness there, underneath a shell of protection she kept in place most of the time--to know that he didn't really care if he was convoluted. He was happy as long as she was happy with him there. Somehow, miraculously, he'd found a friend.
His eyes shot over once more, smiling silently her way, brushing his wings against her side lightly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 8:05 pm
She saw him sneaking glances; she wasn’t a fool nor was she a filly, but she acted like she didn’t see him, a smile toying at her lips every time she’d catch his eye, a laugh on her lips that she kept silent. He was silly and playful and maybe he was a bit submissive, a bit nervous--but didn’t everyone have flaws? For example she had a temper, though she was past the days of temper-tantrums…though she wasn’t past the “get even” aspect that she’d carried around since Lyle… Ugh. Nope, not going there, SO not going there, she thought to herself. Arching her neck, she pranced through the snow and imagined it being summer, blaring heat and birdsong and butterflies and… The ocean. She stopped mid-stride rather abruptly, her head snapping up as she scented the air. Nostrils flaring, taking in the hint of sea salt on the bitter wind and her heart began to speed up, excitement kicking in her chest. Whinnying low, she ran a circle around Pavitra before nudging against his neck. “Hey…” she stage-whispered, trying for dramatic. “You smell that? Smell!” She nosed him again before tossing her head and trotting off, expecting him to follow and knowing, in her bones, that he would. She liked that. She liked being depended on. She liked this…strange, complex, wonderful relationship. A grin in place, she called out to him over her shoulder. “C’mon, slowpoke!” Knowing damn well he was faster than she gave him credit for. God, it was so close. Close enough she could smell it and she knew her heart would always remain near the ocean, hoofprints in the soft sand, sea wind blowing her mane. Home.
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