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A new beginning



Maverick


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06-11-2013, 06:37 PM
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One could not be seen as a child with a wife at his side. He was a boy no longer, and though his tie with her was only by word of mouth, it was enough to assure him that soon enough he would never be seen as a youth again. It felt good, to know that he could be seen as something besides the 'young prince' - as he had been so aptly dubbed. Maverick was seeking new horizons, and with her at his side he was sure he would find them. As he slipped into the cool darkness of the shed, lime eyes adjusted rapidly. The sharp points of the machines were cleverly avoided as he pulled himself, muscles rippling, onto the nearest tractor, reclining onto the worn leather seat. Eyes prized themselves upon the slightly ajar door as her figure slipped through without hesitation. She was a brave one, wasn't she? Even Tahlia - as eager as she had been - had hesitated ever so slightly before following him in.

"This has been my home since we came here, although it's been a bit too chilly the last few nights. I'll need to seek out somewhere warmer for the winter." A devilish grin ghosted across his face. "Would you like to help me choose one?" For the nights that his betrothed stayed with him, and the future in which she lived with him, they would need a joint den. It was only proper for her to help him choose their location. The Prince wanted somewhere private and beautiful, somewhere where intimacy would never be disregarded and he could be himself with Epiphron. He watched her carefully, seeking a reaction. "Also, beware of the pointy ends on these things. They can be tricky to navigate." It wouldn't do for even one drop of red to stain her glorious alabaster coat. His, however, was perpetually stained with his own pigmentation. He shifted his weight, leaping with ease from one tractor to the one behind it.

This one was green and yellow, though both colors of the paint had faded to grayish versions of their former selves. He settled onto the frayed cloth seat of the green and yellow tractor, finding it to be far more warm and comfortable than the worn leather one on the previous machine. Rocking forward he perched precariously in a half laying half standing position on the seat, due to the fact that it was to small to sprawl across more comfortably.



"speeeeech"