
Posted by Sterling on February 27, 2009, 12:32 am, in reply to "Aw, Sterling, you aren't gay-face. Don't let Squelchie tell you differently." there was a loophole in my
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It was a friendly smile, wide, and broad against his stark dark lips, contrast against the bone of his face, that was shadowed with the deep lines from the desert. But it was a still kind face, the friendship he felt for Amelia glimmered little flecks of green into his eyes.
“Water’s good,”
Sterling laughs at himself slightly, his obvious bias as the water curls around his legs, and drips from his lips, small rivers finding their way down his neck. Tail snaps, and he nods in agreeance with her. Inside his water was getting more and more restless. Sterling felt it grow strong and burn inside him, and tear and growl and hiss, and there was something that was disturbing it. But he shut it out, shut it out as he turned a larger smile towards the mare.
“It’s true you can’t go back,”
Is his first comment before his eyes get lost into the water of the oasis.
“You’re a good friend Amelia,”
There is something slightly awkward and he continues,
“If you need anything you can come to me. I mean, I might not always be here, but Amelia, anything you need help with, ask me. You can count on me,”
His smile is soft now, and serene,
“A good friend,”
d r e a m i n g.
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