you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
He considers the taller stallion for a moment, his heart aching at how easily brave the other man is, how carelessly naive he might just be. He wonders if the other man has ever felt the sharp edges of shattered dreams, and he hopes that he has not -- he doesn’t want to imagine that crooked smile falling from Toro’s mouth, or the light ever leaving his bright eyes.
How can he put into words his worst fears, when the man before him stands so blissfully alive -- how can he be so afraid for someone he has barely met?
“I’ve never used them for fighting,” He admits softly, tilting his head up further so that he can look somewhere in the vicinity of Toro’s eyes, the light catching against the jewels that decorate the bone and the scar that slashes across his delicate muzzle, against the scale that rests against his neck, and he’s given an idea.
“Take this,” His stumbling telekinesis gently grasps the scale from around his neck, unwinding the silver chain and holding it out for Toro to place around his neck. “It’s a scale from a dragon…. It’ll protect you.” He wasn’t sure how the enchantment upon the scale would work for the bull-horned stallion, but he could only hope that it would -- and that Toro would come back to him in one piece.
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
