P a n g a e a
'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
There was a heat in the air, an electric charge that seemed to weave around them like a dense fog that promised so much but would harm even more. It was the tenderness, the softness as they both realized this wasn't right . . . or that is; it was not the right time. There was time to explore, time to find out more. Time to see what was a frantic beat of the heart at the first touch of skin after years of solitude, or the flushed energy of a being pressed into a time and space that only caused a rush of pain. There were aspects to this moment that would have only hurt and only been temporary. And so, the two set it aside.
But it didn't stop the mountain man from falling apart. She felt a rush of alarm and the instant need to soothe and reassure. Her muzzle pressed to his cheeks, brushing those tears away before she guided his head to her chest, letting him hold onto her, merely offering soft words of comfort, the hint of a foreign lullaby as her words melded out to a gentle hum, soothing what had clearly been his breaking point. Because her heart couldn't handle seeing him so frailed, so distressed. It wasn't a matter of what they almost did, to her mind; it was a matter of sheltering him when he clearly had no strength to shelter himself. So she allowed him the peace to fall apart, her muzzle brushing through the corded twists of his mane, sweeping along the curve of his neck, the touches gentle now, instead of needy, and that soft melodic hum of a lullaby soothing the ragged man who would fall apart at her comfort and understand.
She was at a loss, however, at guessing where this would go, so instead, she would take what she could get, curling into his side, her eyes half closing as she watched the fire crackle before them. He took a deep breath, and the air finally began to settle over them, gentling, no longer charged with an energy that would have been their mutual undoing, turning more innocent, purer, more relaxed. His own muzzle settled, pressed atop her head, and that gentle weight settled the last of her nerves far better than his words prior. She smiled gently at his conformation, shifting only enough that their positions became more natural, more settled.
As his breathing settled, the stallion keeping her close against his side, her own eyes grew heavy, the soft sounds of his breathing, his scent wafting like the most peaceful of blankets, it wasn't long before she too fell asleep on wishes and wonders of a future, and the what-ifs, on where their relationship was heading now. Security and peace lulling her into the most restful sleep she'd had in months.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Gareth
Notes:. Closed
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Now draw me close
