loneliness has to suffice.

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There was no rest for the wicked, and Jimmy spent many of his days and nights aimlessly wandering as if something spectacular was going to happen. Life was long and boring for those not born into excitement, like the offspring of two leads. Not that Jimmy had ever wished for that. He was just sick of all the same shit, but he was too lazy to get himself wrapped into some exciting plot. So he depended on others to give himself entertainment. He had no motivation, simple as that. He didn't want a family, and he didn't want a herd, all he ever wanted was worshipers. Maybe he was being melodramatic as he ambled across the unclaimed lands, but all he knew was that when nailing a mare got boring, he was pathetic as hell. He didn't even want to think of the ginger broad he had finished not so long ago, she never even entered his mind once and he didn't plan on it. She was beautiful but she was blank and unentertaining. She was like a blowup doll, something to do for a minute or so and then deflate and leave again. He wondered what his mother would think of him now. She'd make fun of him. She'd call him a moron, tell him he failed. He had always preached to her he'd be great. I'm still getting there..

He was a burnout and a loser, but he didn't care. His forelock shagged in his pale eyes that were heavily glazed from boredom and lack of sleep. He was living in his own mental cave with his emotions buried beside him. He stopped for a moment and thought back to all the past nights, as if reaching back to nostalgia could help ease the monotony. One of the things he thought of, was Des. The mare he had left behind a couple nights back in Belle Valle. He wondered what had happened to her since, and what she may have gotten into. She had left him, well rather, he had left her dazed and confused. What did he feel for her, about her? She was some kind of disturbed race that wiggled it's way into his brain and screwed with it. He didn't normally like horses that messed with him like that, but she was different. She was a toss up from the usual and he liked that. I wish she would come back around..

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[bg=black] As if on cue, Desdemona appeared in a part of the woods none too far from nor too close to Jimmy. Her mind was lost in thoughts she had learned to entertain only recently. Such mindless dallying over the past and wasting the present wasn’t something she was particularly proud of, but she had little choice at this point. The world was just so damn boring more often than not, and her mind could be entertaining enough until she found something better to revel in. Her snout, now beginning to scar over with new flesh, twitched as the wind twirled about her in a nearly taunting manner. Curiosity pulled her from her from the depths of pointless thoughts and a few choice memories. What is this all about? Part of her wondered if it were some sort of trickery of the gales – was her father at the end of their billowing trail? The thought made her snort. Was she going to let her father’s possible presence ruin her fun? Well, it wouldn’t likely be fun were it him, would it? To hell with it, I’m going! That decided, the mare launched off in pursuit of the wind’s lofty trail. From time to time, she got lost or, rather, distracted by something that could be more interesting than the goose chase she seemed to be on now. Inevitably, she would find her way back on the hunt. And, as she neared closer, things became less distracting – was that Jimmy whose scent lingered on random spots throughout the brush. The mare felt herself excited at the thought of seeing Jimmy again, an excitement unlike she had had in days. Sure, the fight with her father’s minion had been exciting – but more in the adrenaline rush/fight for your life sort of way. But, seeing Jimmy again, well that was something entirely different. That damn bastard sparked something inside the mare that she just could not describe. Upon reaching sight of the Saint, her hoof-falls became significantly calmer and quieter. She appeared from the cover of trees into the cover of more trees. But, now, she was in front of Jimmy, her head held high despite the signs of scarring wounds upon her snout and neck. “I’m beginning to think I’m a fucking stalker here.” Lowering her gaze slightly, Des offered him a small smirk. “What the hell are you doing here anyhow?” It felt a question worth being raised in her mind. This place – a shelter for lovers and mothers – wasn’t exactly the first place she would have imagined finding Jimmy. Then a thought occurred to her and she offered him a sly gaze, “oh, shit, I’m not interrupting a little rendezvous am I?” characters|| desdemona word count|| 451 muse music|| green day ooc|| mmmr. <3

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[Wolfie]

Jimmy stood in the midst of where he had ended up - Cascata. He had never meant to go anywhere, he just chanced upon the veiled waterfall. Though he couldn't see it, he could hear it rushing down the rocks as he stood before it's run off, a shallow creek winding through the greenery. Jimmy lowered his head and grazed upon some of the foliage, though his naturally high metabolism would soon burn it off and he'd remain nothing but bones and a dark pelt. He rose his head again and closed his eyes, about to doze off, when he heard something that wasn't running water - it was hoofbeats. He turned his maw in direction of the sound and kept his ears perked towards the noise. The scent that ran in his nostrils was familiar but he couldn't peg it to anyone. So impatiently he waited to see who it could be.

An exotic mare with a rebellious glint in her eye - Des. Though she seemed almost relieved to see him, and he was relieved to see her, his blank expression didn't change. He only meerily smirked when she began talking to him like a long lost friend. In fact, that's just what he was. And that's what Des was, too, a friend he had missed. He walked towards her before stopping a few feet and looking at her with a playful glint in his eye. Hey ole' whatsername. Suddenly his look of happiness to see her again, faded. The mare, the ginger mare that he bred. Did Des know of it? It seemed as if she did not, but she would soon enough if the red mare was walking around with a swollen belly and dropped a foal looking like him. Though he wasn't certain she was pregnant he did not for a fact that he released within her, and that there was a chance - perhaps higher then not, that she was. Shit. He was about to go right out and just say it, before something caught his eye - a deep scar on the mare's curved face.

His ears shot back and he looked at her with a hard gaze, planting his tail down onto the smooth of his hindquarters like horses did before they bucked. What the fuck is that from? Who did that to you? It was a stallion, he bet. One with enough nerve to defile Jimmy's own mare. Though he did not know the stallion he presumed did this, he felt rage boiling from the acid of his stomach to the sheen of anger in his eyes. If Des was stupid enough to hang around with stallions that screwed her over like that, then he was pissed at her, too. He stepped closer and touched the scar with his maw, snorting and walking off a couple steps. So this was what happened when he left her - she goes and nearly gets herself killed. Jimmy couldn't wait to hear the story she would use to justify such a mark. She wasn't the cliche' dainty mare, and neither was his old mate - she had kept him on his toes, too, beating up every stallion that had wronged her. And then she screws me over.. He wondered if Des even appreciated the care he did have, down at the pit of his heart for her. Whether or not he loved her wasn't the case, she was someone who's prescence he enjoyed. She was the only reason his boredom would end. If he lost her..

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[bg=black] The mare tossed her head as the stallion spoke to her with that gleam in his eye. She was happy to see him and whether he would admit or not or if it was even true, he was happy to see her too. Normally it didn’t matter all too much that whatever companion she had wanted to be in her company, and maybe it didn’t matter if Jimmy did either. Regardless, here they were, and suddenly Jimmy’s playful demeanor had tucked away. Giving him a queer stare, her mind began to reel on what the hell his problem was, but it wasn’t left to do so for very long. With a quiet snort she seemed to disband his anger as an overreaction although she never stated it. “Just had a run in with one of my father’s little minions. Crazy fucking bastard, I’ll tell you that.” Her ears shifted as the stallion moved away from her by a few paces. Part of her should have been and possibly was a little touched that the stallion was treating this as such an issue. More of her was angry though. Why the hell did it matter so much? She hadn’t died; that seemed like the most important thing when coming out of a fight. She reached her muzzle out to tap at his withers with no care taken to be too gentle with her nudge. That is when something stung against her nostrils. Des jerked her head back, though it was not pain that sparked such a reaction. Rather, a new, foreign scent – a mare’s crude stench tarnishing Jimmy’s own aroma. His scent, one that sparked such an ecstasy within her, was tainted. “I’d say you’ve been a pretty damn busy yourself lately?” There wasn’t a harshness or anger in her tone, perhaps a hint of shock, but it was mainly flat and barren of emotion. Within her a slight bitterness flowed, and it wasn’t particularly with Jimmy. She didn’t see that she had much reason to be angry with him. He was free stallion doing whatever the hell was fun, but there was still something that just didn’t sit right within Des. She needed to be angry at someone over this… ergo, she decided to blame the fucking mare for tainting his scent. Illogical, maybe, but it got her through the moment. characters|| desdemona word count|| 391 muse music|| green day ooc|| <3

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[Wolfie]

Orpheus represented the world that he hated, spewing propaganda from his shit lined mouth. So it pissed Jimmy off to learn she had not only had a run in with a stallion, but one of her father's zombie minions. Jimmy even wanted to think a stallion like Orpheus shouldn't have children, but then Des would have never been born, and his boredom would have never ceased. Jimmy wasn't being an ass, to know Orpheus was to hate him. Only the suicidal mares fell for him, ready for the steady death he prepared for them. Though Jimmy was a rebel he wasn't a cultist, and Orpheus made him sick. He turned back and walked towards Desdemona, his ears still pinned and his eyes filled with annoyance. One day he has to fall.. He wasn't neccasarily even talking to Des, but more or less himself, just out loud. When the world was rid of scum like that he'd celebrate such a demise.

Suddenly his inner rage broke when she mentioned what he had been doing since he last saw her. He looked straight into her eyes and smirked. Just a mare, but she wasn't so great. He laughed lightly, not so ashamed now of what he had done. It wasn't like he and Des were together, anyways, and she had the nerve to be selfish enough to nearly get herself killed. What on earth would he have done if she had died? He would have probably killed himself right then - there wasn't point to life after he lost the only thing that ended his monotiny. So whether or not him being with another mare in such an activity bothered her or not, he didn't care - it was his feeble and pathetic attempt to hurt her right back.

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[bg=black] Des didn’t pay much mind as Jimmy spoke of her father. She was used to hearing desire for his downfall, and in her life she had witnessed several young, foolish things try and see their plots through. Thus far, it had always been one of two results – they were sent away with their tail between their legs or never stepped foot on this Earth again. One day, maybe, he would fall, and maybe she would be a part of that plot, but it wasn’t in the foreseeable future. As Jimmy continued to speak, almost seeming to taunt the mare with his promiscuity, her ears twitched and a forced smile crossed her kissers. Her scarred muzzle reached out to touch the stallion’s cheek before traveling further and midway down his neck. The whole while her breath was held in refusal to allow that mare’s stench in. “Just couldn’t meet your saintly expectations, could she?” there was mockery in her voice, but her teasing little games didn’t make her feel the least bit better as they usually did. Allowing a deep breath to billow out, she rested her head against his withers. “Fuck it. It bothers me, Jimmy.” She didn’t explain further, not seeing a need for it. She wasn’t too certain she could have explained it even. The mare breathed in finally, the ginger’s and his mixed aroma filling her nostrils. She hoped the more she accustomed herself to it, the easier it would get to handle. He wasn’t hers or vice versa, and she wasn’t mad at him for having his fun… she was just bothered. Shaking her crown the mare pulled away from the stallion. Her gaze idly fled to the distance that she could not see. She could hear the rushing of the waterfall and it calmed her nerves slightly. Good things with Jimmy were better than with the normal and the bad seemed all the worse. Yet, a quiet smile crossed her lips. Were everything good all the time, their little meetings would become the mundane. This stir of emotion is what kept her feeling alive around him. The mare pawed at the ground before peering back at her counterpart. “Maybe next time I’ll let you take the fight, and I get the leisurely fuck. Sounds like you got a better deal than me.” She laughed lightly as she spoke – having no intention on looking for a fight or fling anytime too soon at least. characters|| desdemona word count|| 408 muse music|| simple plan ooc|| murrrr. <3

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[Wolfie]

It seemed like the minute Desdemona came into his world, his time ticked around her every waking moment. And yet he did not mind it at all, even when her intelligence and rebellion seemed to challenge his own. Even though he was slightly rigid from there fray, he eased when her muzzle touched his dark pelt. She made him feel as guilty as no one ever could, made him regret ever leaving her in the first place. This time he just wanted to stay here forever. The outside world was full of awful things but she was good, she was the one good thing. Jimmy wasn't the saint - she was. He smiled and allowed her to be beside him, for her breath to fall onto his hide and make his hair stand up on end, his emotions heating like an electric prod. He had felt this heatwave of emotion since he met her, but what was the point in saying anything about it? The silent, unspoken connection seemed enough. Until, of course, the two of them left - one betrayed, the other nearly killed. If something wasn't said now, if a barrier wasn't risen, lives would end sooner then need be. Maybe that was drastic but he felt like each breath he breathed was wasted if she went on not knowing the care he felt for her.

He heard her talk but it all went over him as he thought deep within the crevices of his mind. Risk getting into what he had gotten into before? And yet he felt different about this situation, and about Desdemona. His past mate had always been a cheating bitch, but he could feel trust for Des within his soul. Des when I was with that mare I figured something out. He breathed in and slowly breathed out, pausing before going on. I don't want to risk you again. Des ... I'm in love with you. He wanted to laugh at the feel of it, as the words came out. Yet he felt solid and sincere, and hoped that she would understand that. He had not known her a long time, but he felt so shielded when he was with her - untouchable. Feelings not felt for years. He never wanted to be bored again. He waited for her reaction with a blank gaze, preparing a protective wall over his emotions if she were to decline. He was used to disappointment, to being a disappointment, all of it. Nobody loves you! Turbulent and bitter thoughts raced within his conscious but he remained still and silent, not allowing himself to overreact. He closed his eyes, weak from lack of sleep and cleared his mind. He thought only about the feel of her subtle weight on his weathers, her strained breath. He wasn't sure if now was a good time or not, but if he were to wait any longer he felt as if too much was on the line. Now or never.

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[bg=black] Jimmy was hard to read more often than not, but she never would have fathomed those words to cross his lips. It certainly wasn't that similar thoughts and emotions had not traveled through Des's mind before - she just hadn't known what to call them. Now that she knew, the mare wasn't certain how to react. It wasn't his love for her that bothered the mare. Rather it filled her with a warmth and ecstasy unlike she'd ever felt. But, her feeling such love for another, this feeling of utter dependance on any other being to thrive for another moment, well, it suffocated her. Still, it had been an emotion that was there all along. It had been one that she refused to acknowledge, but now, now that she had a name for it, she just couldn't push it back any longer. Her mind raced and she scolded herself with such bitter sentiments for several moments and her body became limp, nearly lifeless. Then everything seemed to align within her, and it was like life had returned to her veins. Was it really so bad to be dependant on Jimmy if it felt right? Isn't doing what felt good to her the cornerstone of her hedonistic lifestyle? Well, this felt good. It felt right. It wouldn't be just to say that Desdemona had abandoned all the doubts and anxieties that reeled through her mind, but a good bit of her usual demeanor had returned. She back up a few paces to look her counterpart in the eyes. She could nearly sense his own unease in the moment, and it made her feel slightly reassured. "Dammit, Jimmy, you are the only one whose ever made me feel this... vulnerable." She glanced away, not entirely happy with the words that had come out. Sharing her insecurity wasn't something she would have normally deemed necessary. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I've never felt love before. But, if this feeling isn't it, than I don't think I could fucking survive the real thing." Sincere blue eyes met with his once again. "I know that I don't want to lose you either. I've never felt that about anyone else." The words never seemed to come out right, and Des could only hope he would understand her feeble attempt. She'd never felt such a lack of confidence before. characters|| desdemona word count|| 416 muse music|| tegan & sara ooc|| d'aaw. <3

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[Wolfie]

Like there last meeting it was late evening again, and the stars came down over his deep pelt, drowning the dark forest in a pool of pale late. He listened to her words with a blank mind. He shielded himself from anything that may tear at his already battered heart. It was times like these when he began to have second thoughts, about everything. Living some nice life with Desdemona was a fairytale in his sick, rebellious wannabe mind. Saint Jimmy is just a lie. Thrown from his own herd, he was left to gather whatever self righteousness he still possessed and go make some new life for himself. I always wanted to leave anyways. There was always something else.. At least he thought there would be. But ever since he saw the real world, he wanted to go back to the shit mountain he had inhabited before. It was a small place near the beach, it was often too wet due to large waves but it was his. Now it was hers, theres, but he was pretty sure they moved anyways - he had snuck near that area a couple weeks after he was banished and didn't see them. Even as Des stood before he lived in isolation. He could hardly take the feeling anymore - maybe that's why he dared tell her such things. She was the Novocaine that poured into his body and numbed it, allowing him to escape his past and expect a future. Whatever paradise she provided for him, it was better then the 'real world'. He finally snapped back into reality and noticed she was looking deep within his pale gaze, and he matched her look.

I understand - I thought maybe if I said that somehow I'd feel less lonely. He laughed a little, again looking away, staring off. Like maybe we'd be intertwined. Or something. When I'm with you it takes away from what's inside my head. I'm really, really fucked up Des. But you make me feel a lot less unimportant. Though most of what he said was in a joking voice, after he spoke he approached her and rested his muzzle beside her, taking in her sweet breath. Closing his eyes for a moment, he sighed. Tell me everything will be alright.

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[bg=black] The night was much like when they had first met, although the sky was not clouded with the tale of rain to come. Even with the absence of looming clouds and the presence of light flickering through the willows, his silhouette became harder and harder to define as it had been that first night. Des grew uneasy that he might disappear into the darkness once again, only this time never to return. The mare dared not move as he rested his muzzle beside her own. Instead, she allowed their breaths to mingle and intertwine, and eventually her breathing pattern paced to mirror his. As he spoke, she imagined their bodies syncing as if his very hopes were somehow possible. "It would be something that the loneliness was gone and somehow time might pause on this moment... this feeling." Her words were of sincerity and lacked her usual jest, and there again she recognized her vulnerability being shown. She loathed it yet it made her feel more alive than she ever had. With a sigh, the mare longed to tell him what he wanted to hear. If not for his sake, for her very own. While she lived a life that damned the consequences, there was a deep part of her that wanted for things to be just fine. But, it just wasn't so. "The world is as fucked up as you... as fucked up as the both of us combined." Her mind was burdened momentarily, but she refocused her attention on the handsome brute before her. Blue eyes took in every detail that the dimming light allowed. Des had never been too concerned with aesthetics, but this brute was different in every possible way. Every little thing she normally did not care for became significant around him, and it strangely felt good. She began not to question the feelings. He was a deadly combination for the wayward mare - an insubordinate with an angel face. "But, the world feels far away right now. We take the edge off each other... and it deceives me. It makes me think things are just fine." Desdemona moved her crown finally, resting her muzzle against his cheek. The ginger mare's scent was slowly fading from his pelt but still stung Des greatly. "I'll tell you something, Jimmy, it still bothers the hell out of me. What did I miss out on that you gave that mare?" The question was serious but a coy little smile couldn't help but cross her lips. She wanted to laugh at the question, at this petty feeling, this jealousy. Was she asking for sex? Des had never been a whore - it just wasn't the fun she cared for. On occasion, she didn't mind teasing a cocky hellion or two, but she didn't just go around looking for sex like most mares. She never needed it. But, now, with Jimmy and these feelings and that ginger he had bred with, well, Des's mind couldn't let it be. What would she do if he didn't want to have sex now or ever even? Des was always one to go after what she sought to keep her entertained. Could she allow him to say no? There were plenty other waiting stags to meet her body's needs, but Des didn't want them. She wanted Jimmy. Her muzzle tucked beneath his chin as she closed her eyes. The mare rested in silence, not sure how or if he would react to the question. characters|| desdemona word count|| 613 muse music|| green day & 10 more minutes with you - kill hannah ooc|| <3

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[Wolfie]

Jimmy's mind was always working. He was always thinking about the present, the past, the future. The way his saw the world was warped , to anyone else. But for him it was reality. It was how everything was. How he perceived things was true. It was the others that pegged him as different, as some kind of threatening minority that tested boundaries forbidden to any. He calmed himself as he listened to the sound of his lover's voice, though he was not listening. Rarely did he listen, he just liked the sound - it was somehow nostalgic in a welcoming way. When she paused and hovered under him, he backed up and looked away. You want what I gave her? I treated her like a whore is that what you want? He couldn't help but be stern with her - he had no intentions in treating Desdemona like a playtoy. Though he knew what she was getting at. Perhaps he was being too defensive of himself, almost as if he had to prove his emotions to her. But who was he kidding? Why change himself completely? It wasn't like he wanted to turn over a new leaf anyway, and Des liked him for his neurotic self. Smirking, he approached her with a mischevious glint in his pale eyes. You sure know how to get what you want, then. He placed his muzzle on her withers and gently grazed down to the point of her ink black tail.

The pair were dangerous, feeding off a mutual destructive lifestyle. And yet through this kindred ideology they found love and respect within each other. That's why Jimmy always felt somehow safe when he was near here, like it was their world only - untouchable. He pressed his thin hide against her and nibbled gently on her inky tresses, before jerking his muzzle up and tracing the outline of her left hindleg. He swished his own tail, gently batting at her colored pelt. He was more bold now after his run in with the ginger and wasn't as careful, something he was sure Des didn't mind. He'd show her a time, he'd give her a reason to never make him leave.

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[bg=black] Ears were flat against Des's skull at her counterpart's scolding tone, and she tossed her crown defiantly. Lips twitched and her tongue itched as a haughty little response was tempted to slither out. But, just as quickly as her fiesty demeanor had come, it also swayed. That glint in his eyes, his sudden change on the matter, what should of suprised her was almost expected and certainly accepted by the mare of Jimmy. She did not overthink the matter as she was sure her destructive brethern had, and yet the dastardly duo had seemingly come to the same, likely detrimental, conclusion. Consequences of their actions, as was common of Des, were not a concern - especially if the fun outweighed what ever terrible thing could come from this. Who was she to change that philosophy now? As he touched upon her withers a slight shiver of anticipation traveled down the mare's spine in the trail of the brute's movements. She glanced back at him as he nibbled upon the tresses of her tail before catching a hold of his own as they danced upon her flesh. A gentle tug later and she had released her grip upon it, eyes having sought his figure once more as it continually faded into the darkness that enveloped the duo; this time wonderment in the soft blues. What had lead her to this point? So many a times had she been in a situation so similar only to leave the brute sulking at her tease and more oft with a bruise or two to show from the scuff she had provoked with a stallion who was far too full of himself and who (she thought) needed to be put in his place. And, here, she had no intentions of leaving this painted stag high and dry with bitter sentiments directed at her games. This time wasn't like those other times nor was he like those other brutes. Jimmy had a special place in her world now - he was almost significant enough to be considered an equal, almost. A grin perched her lips as she stepped forward and away from the maw that traced her leg. Her body quite dearly despised her for taking away the pleasure of his caress, but her mind wanted to play a little too. She had said she wouldn't leave him high and dry, not that she would give up teasing altogether even if she had initiated this. A light laughter cooed from the mare as she took another step forward. "No stallion has ever stood a chance with me, Jimmy," she whispered as she flicked her tail gingerly at the stag. However, the jest in her voice and eyes faded as she looked back over her withers at the handsome brute. "But, if anyone ever had a prayer at it, it is certainly you." "Let's just get one thing straight up front, I am not your little toy, quite the contrary, dear saint," she teased before offering him an amused smirk and wink. The joking demeanor had returned as if it had never gone in the first place as moments of sincerity were often few and far between with Desdemona. characters|| desdemona word count|| 529 muse music|| cobra starship ooc|| i thought changing the banner to that was appropriate for this thread. x3

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Maybe it was because love was so forbidden, that Jimmy had fallen in it twice now. It was the forbidden fruit. His mother had loved his father and his father killed his mother inside, and wrecked their family and Jimmy's chances with sanity. Maybe it was because he was trying to be different, unlike his father. Even though his rebellious side was strong, he loved as truly as anyone ever could. However love could do terrible things - his first love told him that as she kicked him away from the life he had built. And now in some attempt to grab back at his past life, he reached for Desdemona. His mother had prayed for Jimmy never to love a mare or tie himself into the destiny of anyone else. But the insubordinate inside of him forced him to differ away.

Jimmy couldn't say his mother wasn't right. Maybe in the end she always had been. But he didn't think he'd ever regret Des. There was truth in her kindred to his soul - she was unlike his first love and maybe he had to fail at first to win next time around. What a wonderful thing a second chance was. He smirked at her words, cockiness hinted strongly in her voice. Yet he did not return her brazen personality this time. Oh, Des. I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me. Lightly he smirked and touched her muzzle, standing very still for seconds before moving away and breathing slowly. She was the one not easy to get to, but there was something about Jimmy she couldn't deny. It gave him some sense of power again, that power he missed. It gave him importance, once again.

He thought, for a moment, about Sorrows. She was heavily pregnant with his kin, though colt or filly he still was unsure. He hadn't seen her since the meeting nor did he really wish to. He didn't want to be a deadbeat father like his own sire had been - yet the guilt he felt when he even thought of the ginger and his love child, was too much for him to ignore. He guessed Sorrows would do a good job on finding herself a herd and a steady mate. She was a gorgeous mare no doubt, and though somewhat naive, smart. He soliced himself with these thoughts, and was able to return to this moment - with Des.

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[bg=black] His words made the mare increasingly hesitant. When had she become so transparent? And, when had she become willing to admit those words were truth even if only in her mind? It had been true before this moment, but it was now that she truly realized she needed Jimmy and that there was a completion in her world when he was around. She didn't strive to be constantly on the move and to seek something new to fill the void - he was enough. And, while it burdened her, there was, also, a sense of peace in the realization. She was doing just what she strived for everyday; she sought pleasure and she'd found it in the company of this troubled Saint. Fuck, she did love him... and her world hadn't ended because of it. Notice took to a seeming preoccupation of the stallion's own mind. She found a distance in his gaze and became envious of what had taken him from their moment. Stepping forward, Des's crown found its way nestled into Jimmy's neck as if to try and draw him out of whatever plagued his mind. He lips nipped gingerly at his crest until his body language suggested his mind no longer elsewhere. This eased whatever tension might have been in her being, as her maw traveled along his barrel. As the scarred skin touched his pelting, she could feel the ribs that protruded from the side of his naturally slender form. Yet, she moved on, only stopping once her maw reached the intersection of his haunch. The sound of their warm breath was all that breached the silence, as if the world and time had stopped around the duo and this moment. Desdemona's head rested gently against his haunch. There was pleasure in the stillness of just being here with him, and still her tail eagerly slapped her hide - body hoping for more than the pleasure of simply her mind. characters|| desdemona word count|| 322 muse music|| william control ooc|| d'aw. <3

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