Jarek
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I’m bleeding
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------With the positive reception of his gift he felt his anxiety strip away piece by piece. She appeared to appreciate the gift and hadn't turned heel and retreated. So all in all, he considered this a minor victory. He could somewhat appreciate her discomfort and concerns. He understood that he could be a foreboding figure and that it could be intimidating. As well as some of the aspects of his divine message were startling. But he had never felt such a raw connection to another creature, it was this deeper level that made him sure the desert gods had chosen them for each other. He was as much destined for her, as she was for him. They would be two parts, when together they were whole. He knew she would see this eventually.
“It’s my pleasure to craft these for you” he replied softly to her thanking him. His ears pointing forwards and listening to her talk further. He had shifted his weight and a soft sigh of contentment had escaped his lips and he allowed himself to relax.
He wanted to tell her about his dreams. To tell her about the adventures they had already been on together in his sleep. How far and how passionately they had run together. That the gods themselves had reconnected with him in his sleep. He had felt so starved of their connection before meeting her. Meeting her was the catalyst that drove the connection deeper. It was all surely a sign of their fated destiny. Woven intricately together like the strands of the veil itself.
“May I know your name?” he asked as softly as he could in his gavelled voice. She didn’t feel like a stranger to him, but he didn’t know what she was to be called by. Jarek felt like he knew each fiber of her hair and each beat of her heart, like they were remeeting after being apart for an eon. He couldn’t just keep thinking of her as the mysterious mare. He needed to know what her name was.
Jarek had never felt such an intimate pull, or such a fierce drive within him before. He had been with others before, and had others express interest in him. But nothing had ever quite meshed properly. He had always felt a great dissatisfaction; a restless itching that bored itself deep within his being. Each moment with her was electrifying, while also feeling the concern that she could slip from his grasp at any moment. He hoped that in time she would come to appreciate and see that the gods had truly driven them together. The work they would complete together would be miraculous and previous; he only hoped Novus was ready for them.
@Torielle
