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Invidia
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She’s not just a girl. She’s the only evidence of God that I can find on this entire planet.
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Post by kota on Aug 4, 2015 3:36:43 GMT
It could not have been more than a day since Lucien had left her pale side in search of a new kingdom. He must have only left this morning and still, somehow, Invidia felt as though it had been weeks since he had disappeared from her line of sight. Mere weeks had passed since they had found their way back to each other and yet it all felt so surreal. Could everything really be going this well? When was it all going to blow back up in her face? Nevertheless she waited on the beaches of Ethereal Sands with high hopes for his return, surely he wouldn't let her down. He was her knight in shining armor after all.
Invidia had spent her day on the shifting dunes, racing headlong through the waves and bathing in the sun's warm rays. She'd chased gulls and counted sea shells until she'd grown tired of amusing herself. The evening had begun to take over the atmosphere the sun dropping low behind the horizon, a burning half circle of orange against the water's vast expanse. This was about the time that Invidia's mind went to work, though at this point she could hardly bear another thought of being alone. Her sapling legs buckled beneath her lithe frame, her knees tucked up to her faded red chin. She had grown physically tired of waiting, and she could do with a couple of minutes of shut eye. She doubted Lucien would be back for awhile, and if he did come while she was sleeping he could always wake her up.
WHIPSTER. | p.s. i love you and sorry this sucks but i wanted to get something up.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 7, 2015 20:25:56 GMT
IT'S JUST LOVE KID, IT DON'T GET BETTER, BUT I KNOW HE'S WRONG 'CAUSE I CAN'T FORGET HER
Of course he would wake her, now as good a time as any. It was just two hours passing midnight, opening up the sky to a million stars and the moon, hanging heavy over their heads. It lit everything up, including her pale bodice in the golden sand. Lucien's eyes were burning with something almost unreal: the pride, the ambition, the arrogance in which his father's blood had gifted him. This was the first time since losing home that he felt proud, enough that he hoped his mama and papa danced in his honour. He had yet his chance to rejoice, until now. Invidia, he hoped, would love Emerald Isle. It was much like where he grew up, where he had so many memories. The stallion wasted no time in waking her, bellowing into the night sky from his position above on a dune, winds whirling his ivory tresses in every which way. Even the skies would celebrate for their future king.
That's what he felt like again. When he took the title of heir -- it was not just for everything his father had. Lucien was the heir of the world, destined for so much great. That dream had been torn from him, until now. Like a colt once more, he charged down beachside toward his lover, squealing, kicking up his heals, throwing his head from side to side. The excitement had been building within his chest through the short journey here, where he had wanted to be composed and cool. It was not in his blood, which was burning hotter than the high noon sun, Charlie's son was slowly blossoming into the man he had aspired to be all those months ago before he lost everything. Just before coming here, he had looked into the constellations and for a second he was whispering; goodbye, my dear Rhoswen. His final closure was this, moving on, hoping that she found someone worth her heart.
Lucien slid to a stop in the sand, throwing it up to cling to his dunalino pelt. There was a mile-wide grin on his ashen lips, and his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he was momentarily deafened to all else. He was at a loss of breath, but still choked out a small salutations to the bedded beauty, stepping toward her carefully to lip the small hairs of the tip of her crown. Lucien stepped back immediately after to let Invidia time to get up. But once she was, his sharp, intense silver gaze caught onto her own and held it. "Emerald Isle is ours, baby," he murmured, letting his shoulders fall to relax a bit.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 15, 2015 19:25:41 GMT
bump for when you have time bby <3 kota
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