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worldofwordsBetween Hoof and Horne where love is Born
By worldofwords/SPC^T
Word count: (Story only) 620
Both prompted and sponsored byflamingsword with my deepest thanks.!
::This story is contained a new universe, where some names from other pieces may be repeated. In this story two satyrs discover things about each other despite a tumult of emotions surrounding both their pasts.::
Her goat-like hooves drummed the ground as she waited. Would he even show? She was still nervous as hell. After her inordinately bad break up with Landin, who was no longer even among the living, so far as she could tell, it was a shock to feel the fluttering in her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach and…well, quite frankly, other parts, as well, for Aristaven. Ari, as he was more commonly called, was just…dear gods, he was gorgeous. The long dark auburn curls that went to the middle of his back, the perfectly placed, exquisitely shaped horns… She just couldn’t. Her own red spring-like curls made a delightful contrast to his, and her own horns, even if they flared out more than some said they should… she couldn’t help forming a delightfully wonderful picture in her head. But…dammit, he had to show first.
“N-Nadine?” The questioning tone of his voice very nearly made her jump, and also made her heart ache. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one hurting this night.
“Ari.” She stood, he noticed, in his favorite ensemble; a skirt of a verdant grass-green, and sky-blue blouse with flowers and twining ivy leaves in the same shade of green as the skirt. ”I-I don’t know if I can do this, Nadine. Melainey…she…” He swallowed hard, “It was bad. Really, horribly…”
Nadine turned to look at him-at his eyes, his face, and saw the anguish there, an anguish that, quite frankly, matched her own. “Landin,” Was all she said. Clearly it was all she needed to, for Ari blanched. “I…Ari, I’m as frightened of the…these things as you are. I don’t…I don’t know what to do, how to feel…”
Ari reached, hesitantly, cautiously, and found Nadine’s hands, found them shaking just as much as his were. Bad break ups, bad experiences…were there things here that neither was telling the other? Perhaps. But this…this leap. Dear gods, the jump.
“I can’t Nadine. I can’t…not. I…I think I’m falling in love with you, and I…don’t know how much more I can handle not being beside you, staying near you.”
Nadine’s eyes travelled up and away, focusing briefly on the black and silver crest of the magically enhanced inn they were standing in front of, watching the two gryphons standing guard on either side of the door.
“Ari…Ari, it’s the same. The same for me. I can’t. But…I don’t know. I don’t know if I can handle it if this…if this goes southbound without a parachute, you know? It…I don’t think I could handle another bad…bad thing like his was.”
Ari’s still trembling hands squeezed Nadine’s slightly steadier ones, “Neither…neither could I, Nadine. It was…she did horrid things, Nadine. I won’t…even begin to go there tonight.”
Nadine, heart in her mouth, leaned forward, laying her lips gently on Ari’s own. The spark that had simmered there for so, so long, sprang to a flame, making Nadine’s eyes go wide with shock. How could she have missed such a thing? Such a desire for this long. Dear gods, had she really been that blind to it?
Nadine’s shock grew when Ari returned the kiss, and his own desire was kindled, and the strength of it shown briefly as a thin, almost translucent filament between the two of them in the magically charged air of the inn's island domain. Clearly they had both been incredibly blind. Incredibly stubborn.
No longer now, though. No more. Perhaps this was like everyone said. Much akin to sky diving, some had said. With the very same risk involved. Hopefully they would land in one piece this time…hopefully the trip to the metaphorical ground would not be as bone )and heart) shattering as the first had been. For either of them.
By worldofwords/SPC^T
Word count: (Story only) 620
Both prompted and sponsored by
flamingsword with my deepest thanks.!::This story is contained a new universe, where some names from other pieces may be repeated. In this story two satyrs discover things about each other despite a tumult of emotions surrounding both their pasts.::
Her goat-like hooves drummed the ground as she waited. Would he even show? She was still nervous as hell. After her inordinately bad break up with Landin, who was no longer even among the living, so far as she could tell, it was a shock to feel the fluttering in her chest, and the butterflies in her stomach and…well, quite frankly, other parts, as well, for Aristaven. Ari, as he was more commonly called, was just…dear gods, he was gorgeous. The long dark auburn curls that went to the middle of his back, the perfectly placed, exquisitely shaped horns… She just couldn’t. Her own red spring-like curls made a delightful contrast to his, and her own horns, even if they flared out more than some said they should… she couldn’t help forming a delightfully wonderful picture in her head. But…dammit, he had to show first.
“N-Nadine?” The questioning tone of his voice very nearly made her jump, and also made her heart ache. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one hurting this night.
“Ari.” She stood, he noticed, in his favorite ensemble; a skirt of a verdant grass-green, and sky-blue blouse with flowers and twining ivy leaves in the same shade of green as the skirt. ”I-I don’t know if I can do this, Nadine. Melainey…she…” He swallowed hard, “It was bad. Really, horribly…”
Nadine turned to look at him-at his eyes, his face, and saw the anguish there, an anguish that, quite frankly, matched her own. “Landin,” Was all she said. Clearly it was all she needed to, for Ari blanched. “I…Ari, I’m as frightened of the…these things as you are. I don’t…I don’t know what to do, how to feel…”
Ari reached, hesitantly, cautiously, and found Nadine’s hands, found them shaking just as much as his were. Bad break ups, bad experiences…were there things here that neither was telling the other? Perhaps. But this…this leap. Dear gods, the jump.
“I can’t Nadine. I can’t…not. I…I think I’m falling in love with you, and I…don’t know how much more I can handle not being beside you, staying near you.”
Nadine’s eyes travelled up and away, focusing briefly on the black and silver crest of the magically enhanced inn they were standing in front of, watching the two gryphons standing guard on either side of the door.
“Ari…Ari, it’s the same. The same for me. I can’t. But…I don’t know. I don’t know if I can handle it if this…if this goes southbound without a parachute, you know? It…I don’t think I could handle another bad…bad thing like his was.”
Ari’s still trembling hands squeezed Nadine’s slightly steadier ones, “Neither…neither could I, Nadine. It was…she did horrid things, Nadine. I won’t…even begin to go there tonight.”
Nadine, heart in her mouth, leaned forward, laying her lips gently on Ari’s own. The spark that had simmered there for so, so long, sprang to a flame, making Nadine’s eyes go wide with shock. How could she have missed such a thing? Such a desire for this long. Dear gods, had she really been that blind to it?
Nadine’s shock grew when Ari returned the kiss, and his own desire was kindled, and the strength of it shown briefly as a thin, almost translucent filament between the two of them in the magically charged air of the inn's island domain. Clearly they had both been incredibly blind. Incredibly stubborn.
No longer now, though. No more. Perhaps this was like everyone said. Much akin to sky diving, some had said. With the very same risk involved. Hopefully they would land in one piece this time…hopefully the trip to the metaphorical ground would not be as bone )and heart) shattering as the first had been. For either of them.
