
Posted by Sterling on January 27, 2009, 10:30 pm, in reply to "back, back, to the desert sands ; " there was a loophole in my
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He can feel the heat rise between them. Her fire that billows inside her. It increases. The warmth coming off her feels like it could scold him, but he keeps a close proximity now. His water gurgles. It purrs and sploshes inside him, whirls around his head and gut. It wants to leap forth and douse her, to cool her down. Droplets pool from his mouth, and they drip down, they drip down and they sizzle onto the white gleaming coat of Hypatia. A serene solid colour, that carried true to a white that was pure and innocence and right. It made his coat look more off than usual, so bright and frozen, against his dark bone colour that dappled unevenly.
Sterling scoffs slightly at himself, hazel eyes briefly meeting hers, before falling back down to the sands, and they stumble over Kail, before they’re frozen back to her, with the ash out of her mouth, his water leaps. It twirls and begs out, wanting to catch the last of it, carried on a gently evening breeze. Sulkily, it returns to being absorbed by the diadem, and keeping an eye on the fires of Hypatia.
“Well, I’m glad you noticed…”
His hazel eyes are a little bit guilty then. Once again averted, Sterling does take a step forwards, his head next to the queen’s withers. Ever so gently does he press his chilled, and damp black lips to her withers, listening to her. He wondered about lying. He could tell her, well he did miss the way the dunes always changed, but that was an exaggeration, as there had been comfort in the solid unmoving mountains, but something extremely unmoving about it that was deterring. Sterling considered telling her that he missed the other vipers, but again… Voraer was there for most of the time with him, and the others of the desert he had no strong connection with.
Eyes are brightening with the setting sun, they go that, the beryl stands out, as they trail up her neck and to her beautiful face, with the perfect lines, and the eternity eyes. Staring into them, he remembers she can read his mind. A pool of water around his hooves splashes up against his legs, and it makes snakes of water through the boiling sand. But he’s not distracted by it, it’s an act of his subconscious.
“I… Hypatia…”
His voice is soft and he closes his eyes for a moment to breathe her in,
“Ni’Srilan is my home, Hypatia. I missed being home…”
Being home... with you.
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