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Posted by ap. LYCORIS on February 13, 2009, 2:17 am, in reply to "TO LYCORIS;"
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Smell was a large part of Lycoris. It seemed she had gotten a super duper sensitive nose, and it worked like a charm for sniffing out friends and being able to recognise earth from different parts of Andarin (you see the earth from the gullies smells wetter). It had been hell to have the stench of burnt flesh stuck up there, but now it was gone, she was back to smelling rainbows and squirrels and granite, and Micah, with laughter, for a brief moment falling from her mouth.
Colours spatter. Lycoris wraps her coloured air into his as it tremors around his body, like warm comforting fingers. They quake with his whipping ribbons, and the colours strands break off, disappearing into nothing as ties of blue and green and yellow coyly wrap against Micah with soft touches and tries to cradle his air. “But love is part life. Whether it’s fickle or not Micah, it’s certainly a necessity to live!” She croons along, with giggles from the sensation of his mouth down her back, yet with amber eyes closed. With each laugh coloured spirals fall from her, and wrap around accessible parts in bright rainbows and spectrums. But it’s all calm again, with shimmers of blue air wrapping between them, playfully imitating the blue of the water.
“Maybe not a father Micah, but I’m sure if you talked to them then you could be a fabulous friend and mentor to them,” Lycoris is slightly startled however as she hears this from him, catch his mug between her neck and cheek, turning her head sharply. Lips press at his cheek, and more laughter begins spiralling from her mouth, and it sends purple and green coloured breezes to drift between them, and encase both in a flurry of colour. “Oh I’d love to be a mother,” Her voice is almost to herself, as the thoughts of children begin running through her head and she leans into Micah in a blissful, practically dreamy way, pressing as much of her flesh against him as possible, not a single strands of her dancing coloured wind to break through them.
“And eventually they’d come to a conclusion as to why you left, Micah, your children that is. I'm sure anything from you couldn't harbor too much hate...” She breathes out onto him, it’s a sigh, and it makes her feel warm, a steady pulse of heat coming from Micah. Her neck arches down, and she’s curled her head against his chest, feeling the blood from his heart, feeling the pulse through his muscles, and hearing it thud away. Lycoris was smiling against his chest, but it fades, as she realises she can still hear him, buzzing in the back of her head. Her apprentice skill of basic mind reading always caught her by surprise, and she opens her eyes, with a straight face as his thoughts are suddenly clearer in her head, her brain sudden picking up the muttered static that had steadily been appearing in the back of her mind.
Opening her bright amber eyes, she lifts her lean face, and presses her poll between his cheeks, and she tells him, with a serious voice, that’s flushed with love, however lacking a giggling giddy side, “You’re wonderful Micah,” Lycoris moves to press her lips down his neck. “And I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry in your head, Micah,” The speckled mare is practically mumbling into his mane now, as she wraps her head around his neck. She’s lowered her face though, so she can press against his warm pulsing chest, hear his heart as clear as the pool that was still around them, except for dancing rainbows that flickered with light against the granite wall, and barrels of their bodies. “I’m just getting used to it,” Lycoris’s voice is a mutter, her eyes calmly closing again, body almost trying to melt into his (as her coloured streamers were certainly melting into his little torrents of air). “But for you, Micah,” Clearer now, but still a whisper, hushed as close to his heart as she could get, “For you, I’ll share all my love… if you want it,” A soft laugh sudden breaks through as her smile is wide and deep in her muzzle, her nostrils quivering, and she adds on with that sound of the laugh, “…and I just thought I’d let you know,”
LYCORIS!
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