Chasing shallow dreams

*Xephyris* · 11-15-2016, 12:34 AM

Fixated on where he was heading, he hadn't noticed anyone else out on the lake. The snow was falling lightly around him, blocking out most other things and lending to the silent nature of this dark, cold but beautiful place. It was hauntingly charming in its own way, and he rather liked it. He was glad that his paws had brought him to this place. When he heard the familiar sound of bells calling out, he thought he must be imagining it - it must be a trick of the ice. He continued on without changing his course, nor his pace, silver eyes fixed on his resting place with a cold determination. That was, until he heard her voice, and he paused mid-stride and turned his head, his eyes catching sight of her form. Had it not been for her bells, he might not have recognized her right away, covered in a layer of snow the way she was. But when he realized it was Jaelle, a strained smiled broke across his maw, yet he worried when he saw the concerned looked upon her face. Why did she look that way? It wasn't because of him, was it?

Before he could figure out what was going on, she closed the distance between them and ran her cold nose along his neck, causing his hackles to rise as a pleasant sensation ripple down his spine; he closed his eyes as she rubbed her head under his chin in an affectionate greeting, and he nuzzled his muzzle over the top of his head with a low rumble sounding in his throat. He was glad she'd approached him and closed any distance between them, for he wasn't sure he could have done it himself. He was so closed off from his own feelings, and there was so much confusion in his life... he didn't know how to act. When she pulled away to look at him, his eyes examined her face as well, wondering what was going on in her mind. He hadn't seen her since their night together... how had she felt since then? He'd been so caught up in his own life, he'd hardly had time to think about it. But after all he'd promised her, he really owed her every ounce of his care and attention. And he wondered... she'd been in heat that time. Had she conceived? It was very possible... the thought sent a nervous thrill through him, but he knew only time would tell. This early on, even she wouldn't be able to tell.

Her voice came forth in one simple word, a somewhat awkward greeting, followed by a laugh that bubbled up in her throat. He smirked slightly, chuckling awkwardly. That's right, she had asked him not to let things get weird. Suddenly he understood what she had meant; things were kind of weird right now, weren't they? But it shouldn't be that way. A real smile spread across his maw, and he reached forward to brush his nose across her cheek. "Jaelle, what a pleasure to see you," he murmured softly to her, "I wish you'd come around more... how have you been?" At that moment, he inhaled, noticing her scent; was she still in heat? Memories of the time they'd spent together flooded to the forefront of his mind, and his tail waved as he pulled back just slightly so he could look to her duo-toned eyes. He really wanted to know what she'd been up to, and how she'd been feeling. Perhaps, if she was well enough, he could confide in her, but most of all, he would love to just be himself with her, as they always had. It was a cold, icy night, but the lake was beautiful, its glow somewhat eerie but also fascinating, and the light snowfall added a peaceful note to it all. It was the perfect atmosphere to spend the night together; everything here felt so far-removed from reality, and it was just what he needed. He hoped it was what she needed, too.

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Chasing shallow dreams

Xephyris