BUCKY & LIAM,
It'd been months since he'd last seen the scarred stallion with whom he'd fallen so deeply in love.
Months.
There was no true animosity that Liam felt toward the darker stallion. After all, things had happened, he'd left Caeleste, and while they'd found each other back in Agnosia, their time there, too, was short. There were things on the horizon for the copper-burnished stallion that couldn't be found in Agnosia, as much as he adored his homeworld. The lives that he and Bucky had created there, at first, were mundane, boring, nonexistent.
Ironically, Liam realized as he lay there on the ground in Susurro Fields, their lives both before they left Agnosia the first time and when they returned were mundane, the same thing every day. While structure and routine were both important to them both as sufferers from PTSD, Liam couldn't imagine himself settling down in Agnosia, not when their love was still seen as outlawed. The tyrannical king still hadn't bowed down, not even when his own son had taken up with a lover that was a stallion.
Liam's life in Novus was good. It had nearly everything he'd ever wanted, except that one thing. Sure, he could have gone out and found someone else to warm his bed and heart, but he couldn't do that. Not when his heart was held in the hooves of a taller, scarred, grumpy stallion.
There'd been many times he'd stared at the moon in the sky before bed, begging and pleading with Vespera to bring Bucky to him, that he'd do anything for the stallion to be in his home with him. Of course, nothing had ever happened, and he went about his days as best he could, trying to push away the empty feelings, the feelings of being incomplete and insignificant.
With a heavy heart, Liam knew that those feelings were going to linger no matter how hard he tried to push them away. In the nights where he woke up in a panic, all he wanted was someone beside him to help ground him, to help him realize that he was safe. It'd been a long time since he'd felt safe, but he forced himself to remain in Novus. It was the one place that he felt welcomed and appreciated. It was strange, he noticed, how quickly everyone seemed to warm up to him, especially after his days of his self-imposed isolation and how he hid away in his old home in the furthest corner of Susurro Fields.
But now? Now he was living in the center of Dusk Court, with a proper home, a fireplace, and many rooms.
Liam was finding himself acting more and more like an adult and not some hermit.
The sound of hoofbeats caught his attention, but he didn't bother lifting his head from where it rested on the ground. He was too comfortable. The sun was nice and warm, beating down on his still-damp coat as he sunbathed, his sides rising and falling slowly as he continued to drift off to a light doze. But sleep was not to be. Rather, the voice of a loved one brought him out of his slumber, and he jumped slightly -- as much as he could, anyway -- and lifted his head rather quickly, his vision swimming for a few beats before it focused.
No, it couldn't be.
Oh, but it was.
"Bucky," he breathed, scrambling to his hooves before he nearly tripped over his own hooves in his excitement to get to his love. "Please tell me you're real and not some dream," he pleaded quietly, even as he pressed his face into Bucky's warm, real neck.
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; I'm so excited!!
Tag;; @Buchanan
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Word count;; 610
Months.
There was no true animosity that Liam felt toward the darker stallion. After all, things had happened, he'd left Caeleste, and while they'd found each other back in Agnosia, their time there, too, was short. There were things on the horizon for the copper-burnished stallion that couldn't be found in Agnosia, as much as he adored his homeworld. The lives that he and Bucky had created there, at first, were mundane, boring, nonexistent.
Ironically, Liam realized as he lay there on the ground in Susurro Fields, their lives both before they left Agnosia the first time and when they returned were mundane, the same thing every day. While structure and routine were both important to them both as sufferers from PTSD, Liam couldn't imagine himself settling down in Agnosia, not when their love was still seen as outlawed. The tyrannical king still hadn't bowed down, not even when his own son had taken up with a lover that was a stallion.
Liam's life in Novus was good. It had nearly everything he'd ever wanted, except that one thing. Sure, he could have gone out and found someone else to warm his bed and heart, but he couldn't do that. Not when his heart was held in the hooves of a taller, scarred, grumpy stallion.
There'd been many times he'd stared at the moon in the sky before bed, begging and pleading with Vespera to bring Bucky to him, that he'd do anything for the stallion to be in his home with him. Of course, nothing had ever happened, and he went about his days as best he could, trying to push away the empty feelings, the feelings of being incomplete and insignificant.
With a heavy heart, Liam knew that those feelings were going to linger no matter how hard he tried to push them away. In the nights where he woke up in a panic, all he wanted was someone beside him to help ground him, to help him realize that he was safe. It'd been a long time since he'd felt safe, but he forced himself to remain in Novus. It was the one place that he felt welcomed and appreciated. It was strange, he noticed, how quickly everyone seemed to warm up to him, especially after his days of his self-imposed isolation and how he hid away in his old home in the furthest corner of Susurro Fields.
But now? Now he was living in the center of Dusk Court, with a proper home, a fireplace, and many rooms.
Liam was finding himself acting more and more like an adult and not some hermit.
The sound of hoofbeats caught his attention, but he didn't bother lifting his head from where it rested on the ground. He was too comfortable. The sun was nice and warm, beating down on his still-damp coat as he sunbathed, his sides rising and falling slowly as he continued to drift off to a light doze. But sleep was not to be. Rather, the voice of a loved one brought him out of his slumber, and he jumped slightly -- as much as he could, anyway -- and lifted his head rather quickly, his vision swimming for a few beats before it focused.
No, it couldn't be.
Oh, but it was.
"Bucky," he breathed, scrambling to his hooves before he nearly tripped over his own hooves in his excitement to get to his love. "Please tell me you're real and not some dream," he pleaded quietly, even as he pressed his face into Bucky's warm, real neck.
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; I'm so excited!!
Tag;; @Buchanan
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Word count;; 610
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