05-16-2018, 06:48 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-16-2018, 06:50 AM by Kaltes-Herzeleid.)
Bonded
----
"What's bothering him?" Esdeath asked quietly, almost tentatively. A hand rested on her hip, the other hung by her side in thought.
"He gets like this sometimes," Nightmare responded matter of factly, settling on the couch. Drawing her long, black legs close to her shapely equine form, pensive blue eyes meeting curious blue eyes. Esdeath remained standing, alert and ready to go in a moment's notice. She was still confused.
"Michael struggles with sadness, it's...complicated."
They both knew that Michael had suffered in life. Suffered in more ways than most comprehended or even considered. And he largely bore the brunt of it in crushing, lonely silence. Or had, at least. Both the mare and the woman were aware that he was not a sad person in the way he had been before but it still did not mean he couldn't feel the sting of that esoteric woe. Sometimes things just happened. They knew he had had his own tragedies and that his heart bared the scars of past turmoil. Some had bled freely for a great deal of time. Occasionally something ached, as some old injuries often did.
Esdeath found him to be emotionally complex. Incongruous at times. It fascinated her, it even enticed her. A wonderful balance of implacable strength and willpower with a certain vulnerability he let few witness.
Sadness was not an emotion that was totally alien to Esdeath, she was capable of feeling it; albeit in a very different fashion. And it wasn't something she dwelled on with acute introspection like Michael did.
"He perceives the world, life...differently. In a way few would grasp."
"That comes with its own benefits-,"
"And its own pain," Nightmare finished with an affirming nod. "He tries to keep it in when it occurs. He thinks he'll be a bother if he brings it up, well, and he is on the prideful side."
Hearing enough, the blue haired woman marched determinedly to the closed door of their shared bedroom. She'd always been one to take action. It was her nature. Clutching the metal knob she briefly turned back to look at Nightmare, eyes boring into her own with an approving smile.
"You go on ahead, I'll be in shortly," the mare murmured, gesturing with a pristine black hoof.
----
I swiveled around in my chair reflexively at the beckoning sound of my door opening, my tired eyes greeted by the sight of my general. Hair flowing radiantly behind her as she made her way over. Joy tugged at my heart and I just knew a flicker of it shone in my gaze. I hated it when I got like this. I wasn't the man I used to be, and I mean that in all the greatest of ways. But sometimes the bad just...got to me. More than I'd like to admit at times.
"Hi Esdeath," I began, but she was already making her way over to me. Her silhouette loomed over me as the distance was closed. Wordlessly she interrupted me by taking a hold of my face, words catching in my throat in the form of a sharp breathe. Of the two, Esdeath was a great deal more physical with me than Nightmare Rarity. Not that Nightmare and I didn't touch or anything, we certainly did and were comfortable with it; but Esdeath took it to a whole new level. She loved holding hands, kissing, hugging, cuddling, caressing and petting. I didn't mind, in fact I loved it. She was one of the few who could do any of that with me and it not feel like a colossal breach of my personal space and make me recoil or tense up. I melted into the touch of her skilled hands, her fingers stroking my beard.
I knew she liked to touch my face because she was aware that I didn't necessarily have the greatest opinion on how I looked. Obviously she thought differently.
"What's bothering you?" She gently probed in that sultry voice of hers that I loved listening to. Her face bore the depth of her concern. She did not like it when I was upset about anything and was now focused on making me feel better.
She was sweet like that.
Delicately I took hold of her wrists, a gesture to return her affection and allowing her hands to still touch my visage.
"It'll pass," I assured. "It always does."
"Michael, Michael," Nightmare Rarity piped up from behind me. Slipped in to catch me unawares it seems. She reared up on her back legs, towering over both of us at this point to rest her hooves on the leather chair. It creaked as it leaned back. A smile inevitably tugged my lips when I saw those sapphire eyes burning into mine, lovely face framed by volumes of beautiful hair. Releasing the chair with another creak she maneuvered herself to my right, never once breaking the eye contact.
"You cannot keep torturing yourself like this," Nightmare's voice seemed to reverberate in my skull, the sensation of fingers running through my hair lulling me deeper into comfort. The anguish that gnawed at my heart with a demented frenzy was slowly dissipating, the dark thoughts that tumbled and bounded in head were slowing to a limp and a pitiful stumble. The rage doused, the cruel darkness exorcised. It spilled out of my body like a tipped over cup.
Esdeath again took hold my face, and I once more melted into her touch.
"I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that I'll just be an annoying little burden," I broke the silence, fingers tightening on the armrests of my chair as a sense of shame threatened to encroach over me.
Esdeath responded by practically ripping me out of my chair and firmly pressing her lips to mine. Pouring her love into the action with everything she had. When I felt my mare embrace me from behind I felt the last remnants of my irrational woes be dashed. I knew they wouldn't abandon me, neither were the type to waste time on someone they regarded as unworthy or beneath them and considering that I was much the same in that regard it was something I understood and I believe strengthen our intimate connection. I did, however, worry about being perceived as a weakling. A simpering fool who wrestled with too much emotion. They were reminding me how irrational and outright incorrect that worry had been.
The general finally broke the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh. Were it not for Nightmare I likely would have fallen on my ass.
"We love you," Nightmare whispered, her breath tickling my earlobe.
"And...part of being intimate is being there for one another. I accept you for all your qualities, Michael. Just as you accept us for ours," Esdeath spoke, the words flowing from her lips, a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
"We're bonded. Always shall be," Nightmare stated. It was an absolute fact.
My hand held Nightmare's hoof, my other grasping Esdeath's. The air was electric, the world we three alone shared was deeper and more vibrant with astounding radiance.
"I love you both, so very much," I finally spoke again. They knew it, but saying it felt correct. Necessary even. "I don't know what I would be without the two of you."
Our collective embrace continued without a care in the world, and I knew I would be even less troubled in the coming days. We had each other and that was really all that mattered.
----
"What's bothering him?" Esdeath asked quietly, almost tentatively. A hand rested on her hip, the other hung by her side in thought.
"He gets like this sometimes," Nightmare responded matter of factly, settling on the couch. Drawing her long, black legs close to her shapely equine form, pensive blue eyes meeting curious blue eyes. Esdeath remained standing, alert and ready to go in a moment's notice. She was still confused.
"Michael struggles with sadness, it's...complicated."
They both knew that Michael had suffered in life. Suffered in more ways than most comprehended or even considered. And he largely bore the brunt of it in crushing, lonely silence. Or had, at least. Both the mare and the woman were aware that he was not a sad person in the way he had been before but it still did not mean he couldn't feel the sting of that esoteric woe. Sometimes things just happened. They knew he had had his own tragedies and that his heart bared the scars of past turmoil. Some had bled freely for a great deal of time. Occasionally something ached, as some old injuries often did.
Esdeath found him to be emotionally complex. Incongruous at times. It fascinated her, it even enticed her. A wonderful balance of implacable strength and willpower with a certain vulnerability he let few witness.
Sadness was not an emotion that was totally alien to Esdeath, she was capable of feeling it; albeit in a very different fashion. And it wasn't something she dwelled on with acute introspection like Michael did.
"He perceives the world, life...differently. In a way few would grasp."
"That comes with its own benefits-,"
"And its own pain," Nightmare finished with an affirming nod. "He tries to keep it in when it occurs. He thinks he'll be a bother if he brings it up, well, and he is on the prideful side."
Hearing enough, the blue haired woman marched determinedly to the closed door of their shared bedroom. She'd always been one to take action. It was her nature. Clutching the metal knob she briefly turned back to look at Nightmare, eyes boring into her own with an approving smile.
"You go on ahead, I'll be in shortly," the mare murmured, gesturing with a pristine black hoof.
----
I swiveled around in my chair reflexively at the beckoning sound of my door opening, my tired eyes greeted by the sight of my general. Hair flowing radiantly behind her as she made her way over. Joy tugged at my heart and I just knew a flicker of it shone in my gaze. I hated it when I got like this. I wasn't the man I used to be, and I mean that in all the greatest of ways. But sometimes the bad just...got to me. More than I'd like to admit at times.
"Hi Esdeath," I began, but she was already making her way over to me. Her silhouette loomed over me as the distance was closed. Wordlessly she interrupted me by taking a hold of my face, words catching in my throat in the form of a sharp breathe. Of the two, Esdeath was a great deal more physical with me than Nightmare Rarity. Not that Nightmare and I didn't touch or anything, we certainly did and were comfortable with it; but Esdeath took it to a whole new level. She loved holding hands, kissing, hugging, cuddling, caressing and petting. I didn't mind, in fact I loved it. She was one of the few who could do any of that with me and it not feel like a colossal breach of my personal space and make me recoil or tense up. I melted into the touch of her skilled hands, her fingers stroking my beard.
I knew she liked to touch my face because she was aware that I didn't necessarily have the greatest opinion on how I looked. Obviously she thought differently.
"What's bothering you?" She gently probed in that sultry voice of hers that I loved listening to. Her face bore the depth of her concern. She did not like it when I was upset about anything and was now focused on making me feel better.
She was sweet like that.
Delicately I took hold of her wrists, a gesture to return her affection and allowing her hands to still touch my visage.
"It'll pass," I assured. "It always does."
"Michael, Michael," Nightmare Rarity piped up from behind me. Slipped in to catch me unawares it seems. She reared up on her back legs, towering over both of us at this point to rest her hooves on the leather chair. It creaked as it leaned back. A smile inevitably tugged my lips when I saw those sapphire eyes burning into mine, lovely face framed by volumes of beautiful hair. Releasing the chair with another creak she maneuvered herself to my right, never once breaking the eye contact.
"You cannot keep torturing yourself like this," Nightmare's voice seemed to reverberate in my skull, the sensation of fingers running through my hair lulling me deeper into comfort. The anguish that gnawed at my heart with a demented frenzy was slowly dissipating, the dark thoughts that tumbled and bounded in head were slowing to a limp and a pitiful stumble. The rage doused, the cruel darkness exorcised. It spilled out of my body like a tipped over cup.
Esdeath again took hold my face, and I once more melted into her touch.
"I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that I'll just be an annoying little burden," I broke the silence, fingers tightening on the armrests of my chair as a sense of shame threatened to encroach over me.
Esdeath responded by practically ripping me out of my chair and firmly pressing her lips to mine. Pouring her love into the action with everything she had. When I felt my mare embrace me from behind I felt the last remnants of my irrational woes be dashed. I knew they wouldn't abandon me, neither were the type to waste time on someone they regarded as unworthy or beneath them and considering that I was much the same in that regard it was something I understood and I believe strengthen our intimate connection. I did, however, worry about being perceived as a weakling. A simpering fool who wrestled with too much emotion. They were reminding me how irrational and outright incorrect that worry had been.
The general finally broke the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh. Were it not for Nightmare I likely would have fallen on my ass.
"We love you," Nightmare whispered, her breath tickling my earlobe.
"And...part of being intimate is being there for one another. I accept you for all your qualities, Michael. Just as you accept us for ours," Esdeath spoke, the words flowing from her lips, a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
"We're bonded. Always shall be," Nightmare stated. It was an absolute fact.
My hand held Nightmare's hoof, my other grasping Esdeath's. The air was electric, the world we three alone shared was deeper and more vibrant with astounding radiance.
"I love you both, so very much," I finally spoke again. They knew it, but saying it felt correct. Necessary even. "I don't know what I would be without the two of you."
Our collective embrace continued without a care in the world, and I knew I would be even less troubled in the coming days. We had each other and that was really all that mattered.