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Post by elesette on Feb 24, 2015 23:56:22 GMT -5
Of Magic and Madness Private Role play 1. Vasska (Elesette) 2. /Bloom/(Queerly) Time: takes place directly after objective chapter 4, when the herd is returning to the Island of olde to recuperate from the battle.
Place: The Silver Wood
Vasska still held in his mind the last time he had seen Bloom. She had always been an image of beauty and grace. She had smiled at him then, before he left. As he walked away he swore he had seen the feelings he felt for her in the reflections of her eyes. He would have sworn on the unicorns then that she felt the same way about him that he did her. A vision of her beautiful face swayed in his mind as his hooves pounded the ground in gallop. When the soft sands of the Olde Island hit the soles of his feet, the king felt as if new life had surged into his heart. He was almost home. He would see bloom again, he'd evaded death this time and he could finally tell her everything he yearned to tell her. The king could finally speak the words that had been merely whispers in his heart. He loved her.
As he came up the hill, the sweat on his brow began to drip down his cheek. He smiled, the king would not stop now. He could see the silver river and he knew that's where she would be waiting for him. They had promised. When the others had warned she hadn't shown her face in a few days - the king almost worried. Where had she been, why wasn't she helping the herd? It didn't seem like her, but now as his hooves splashed into the silver-blue waters of the silver wood he knew that she would be there waiting for him. Vasska couldn't ask for more.
The water ran around his hooves and the world became quiet around him. There was no one here. "Bloom?" He called out quietly into the falling night, "Bloom! I have to tell you something.... Bloom?"
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Post by queerly on Feb 25, 2015 2:48:04 GMT -5
“Bloom!”
All the air was sucked from her lungs as Bloom turned her eyes towards the voice. The note of longing made her insides knot, butterflies dancing in the pit of her belly as her fragile heart rabbited against her ribs. Blue eyes sought the voice’s owner through the foliage, and when they settled upon him at last, Bloom didn’t think she’d ever breathe again.
Vasska. It could be no other. A shining starlight coat, the strong musculature of an Andalusian build, and the scar that marked him as a legend. His eyes were pools of molten gold; she could see their clarity even across the distance, so bright in the dim twilight. They searched for his queen fervidly. Searched for her.
Bloom took a breath. She willed her legs not to shake.
"I am here." She called to him. Her voice was as sweet as he remembered, soft like the gentle chime of a bell. The queen slipped from her hiding place in the trees, dainty hooves and the drag of her long tail a whisper through the grass. She drew close enough to catch his eye, the familiar scent of roses dancing under his nose- and then she had ducked her crowned head beneath his chin, cheek pressed to his strong neck. She could smell the lingering scent of the ocean on his skin, and her heart ached.
Vasska was to be her salvation from all her long years of loneliness. In this moment, her entire life would be changed. She had only but to reach out and seize it, to love her king as he needed her to love him, to nestle into the deepest crevices of his heart. She would burrow willingly, wrap him in sweet words and the allure of her long, fluttering lashes.
"You kept your promise." She breathed, voice no louder than a whisper. Her eyes slid shut. "My king... husband, I have missed you so."
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Post by elesette on Mar 8, 2015 20:01:53 GMT -5
Vasska trotted through the river for another step, maybe two, before her voice reached his. The moon shown on the water and reflected like millions of tiny spot lights on her beautiful face. He couldn't breathe. He'd waited his whole life to feel this way about another mare, and he wanted nothing more than to be frozen forever in this moment. The silver stallion had spent far too much of his life hating the dappled mare that he couldn't bare to think he had almost lost the chance to tell her what he wanted to tell her under the stars this night. With the greenery of the olde flourishing around him and the water dancing between their legs, it seems the stars were truly aligned for this moment.
He stepped out of the water as she approached him, and reminded himself to breathe. It was simple, just breathe in, and out, and yet he felt like all was being sucked from his lungs as he stared into her welcoming olive eyes. Something was different this night that was unlike the others. She looked at him with the elegant smile she gave the closest of her friends, he didn't think he'd ever seen the dimple in her snout when she did before. Her voice had always been sweet as nectar, but something about it seemed softer, brighter. He felt all of his suspicions were confirmed, if he could see her in this new light after all those years... he must love her. Still, he was surprised by her openness to say the words he craved to say himself. Perhaps the distance war had brought had done the same to her as it had done to him.
"Did you think I wouldn't come?" Vasska chuckled lightly. He pushed into her cheek with his own as her soft hair brushed against him. He felt his own knees begin to tremble from the contact. She was so warm, and he felt himself grow hot with anticipation at the words he wanted to speak. He hesitated. Was it so soon? He choked on the air in his lungs. It had been months since he had seen her in the oasis that night - years since they were originally betrothed. He pulled away from her abruptly, opening his own eyes to stare into hers.
"Bloom... Blossom," his voice wavered. he had never called her by her full name before. He thought then for a moment he saw a glint of blue in her soft green eyes, and he sighed. There was so much he hadn't noticed about her before. All he wanted now was to take it in. "When I was out on the battlefield, I feared for my life... I feared for the herd" He looked down in embarrassment, he had never appeared fearful before. "but Blossom... most of all I feared that you wouldn't know how I felt for you. I know this may seem sudden, given our history, but bloom I can't take it anymore!" It was true, he was tired of pretending that he had to hate her. The great grey king pressed his forehead against hers. "Bloom I love you"
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Post by queerly on Mar 11, 2015 7:10:43 GMT -5
His fur had been warm against her cheek, soft like velvet and glowing under the soft light of the moon. The silver stallion was almost a glimmer of moonlight himself, his dapples a reflection of the milky way smeared across the sky and his eyes like twin burning stars. Bloom swallowed, and let her eyes slide shut as she nosed her pale muzzle into his hair. "My King...I did not fear that you would not, but that you could not. I feared that I would never see you again, that this war would take you from me." She breathed.
His abrupt withdrawal had her stomach doing flips. Her muted anxiety made a beast of her heart, rattling against the cage of her ribs. She exhaled sharply, an almost-gasp slipping from her lips as she drew away in turn, staring with wide eyes and ears pricked forward and straining. Her dainty nostrils flared. Had he realized the farce? Was all that she had planned compromised?
"Bloom. Blossom."
The mare relaxed marginally, studying his face. His expression was soft, gentle... perhaps a touch vulnerable. Bloom nearly chuckled as relief flooded her body, and was glad that she managed to hold it in, for Vasska was speaking of war and violence and all the insecurities he'd faced as he'd bloodied himself on the field of battle. A genuine surge of sympathy coursed through her, only to be stifled by selfish need. Focus, she told herself, as she craned her elegant neck towards him, attempting to draw the stallion into a wife's supportive embrace-
"Bloom, I love you."
As he pressed their foreheads together, Bloom's eyes went wide, her breath stolen by the simple, succinct admission. Our history? She thought, desperately scrambling for words as she instinctively yanked backwards, a thorn from her crown catching against Vasska's skin and cleaving open a tiny gash. She scarcely noticed, her mind too busy, racing with thoughts and solutions and newfound panic. Those words... they had been a confession! This moment she had imposed herself upon was meant to be something tender and gentle, the start of a blossoming relationship. Why had she not been told? And gods, how would she pull this off?
Fear pricked at her eyes, fat tears springing from beneath her dark lashes. She decided that was a start, and quickly settled her expression into one of desperate hope. "You... you love me?" She whispered, her voice as sweet as honey and and as soft as her long, golden hair. "Truly? My King, I... I never thought to hear those words." She squeezed her eyes shut, and the tears fell, snaking through her fur in dark streaks that pooled and dripped from her chin. "Yet I have wanted to hear them. I have longed to hear them for such a long time now. I..." She took in a shuddering breath, and opened her eyes to stare into his, mustering vague memories of warm embraces and a soft muzzle to the forefront of her mind. Her expression softened, molten with affection and the joy of new love. "Vasska. Oh, Vasska. I love you, too."
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