Between Hoof and Horne where love is Born
By worldofwords/SPC^T
Word count: (Story only) 620
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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.
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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.
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