What a blessing she is, what a curse.
For a swift moment, he assesses their differences; her hooves are small and bleached, the tea cups to his dinner plates. Her hair is pale and curled where his was obsidian and coarse, yet they both gleamed beneath the setting sun. Soon, it would be Camdis' time, that breath of space between the sun's wakening and his fall. It was the time where Denocte's children could dance beneath Calligo's embrace, where they could breathe the cool air and move about, cloaked in the shadows of their Holy Mother and watch their nation come alive. Indeed, the stallion had found a sense of belonging within the Night Court, though he had yet to meet many within the borders of his home.
But being alone and being lonely were two separate things, and the horned beast found that wrapped in the arms of Denocte, he couldn't quite slip into lonely.
Silvery eyes were drawn back to the mesmerizing violet of Bexley's once more, her melodic voice wrapping about his ears and settling in his head, his chest, his heart; the thin serpent was making wonderfully quick progress in burrowing herself into Camdis' life. Already, he felt exasperated, as if they had already been over these words and these steps, an old dance that had grown into more of a natural movement than a conscious act. It was easy with the golden girl, whiplash tongue, fanged smile and all.
A huff of a laugh broke through the stallion's lips at the lass' blunt quip and he didn't think she was joking for even a moment - no, Bexley was a liar and an actress, but she pulled no punches if honesty would end up having a bigger impact than a farce. A wry grin twisted the stallion's lips, the smile reaching his eyes for the first time in weeks and causing the silvery depths to glimmer and gleam with abandon. What did he have that would be of entertainment for a dolled up witch who dealt in secrets and subterfuge? She was a spectacle, a gleaming icon and a shadowed wraith.
"I was a King, I have a wife and children that I fled from. I frequented whorehouses and bought an Empress. I have snide jokes and bitterness - is this what you seek?"
For a swift moment, he assesses their differences; her hooves are small and bleached, the tea cups to his dinner plates. Her hair is pale and curled where his was obsidian and coarse, yet they both gleamed beneath the setting sun. Soon, it would be Camdis' time, that breath of space between the sun's wakening and his fall. It was the time where Denocte's children could dance beneath Calligo's embrace, where they could breathe the cool air and move about, cloaked in the shadows of their Holy Mother and watch their nation come alive. Indeed, the stallion had found a sense of belonging within the Night Court, though he had yet to meet many within the borders of his home.
But being alone and being lonely were two separate things, and the horned beast found that wrapped in the arms of Denocte, he couldn't quite slip into lonely.
Silvery eyes were drawn back to the mesmerizing violet of Bexley's once more, her melodic voice wrapping about his ears and settling in his head, his chest, his heart; the thin serpent was making wonderfully quick progress in burrowing herself into Camdis' life. Already, he felt exasperated, as if they had already been over these words and these steps, an old dance that had grown into more of a natural movement than a conscious act. It was easy with the golden girl, whiplash tongue, fanged smile and all.
A huff of a laugh broke through the stallion's lips at the lass' blunt quip and he didn't think she was joking for even a moment - no, Bexley was a liar and an actress, but she pulled no punches if honesty would end up having a bigger impact than a farce. A wry grin twisted the stallion's lips, the smile reaching his eyes for the first time in weeks and causing the silvery depths to glimmer and gleam with abandon. What did he have that would be of entertainment for a dolled up witch who dealt in secrets and subterfuge? She was a spectacle, a gleaming icon and a shadowed wraith.
"I was a King, I have a wife and children that I fled from. I frequented whorehouses and bought an Empress. I have snide jokes and bitterness - is this what you seek?"
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