[Theres a half second before they collide that she instinctly fears she’s made a grave error. He’s shaped like a human, and even though she knows he is stronger than one, strong enough to lift her entire body like he had in the Asterion prison, to fight beasts the size of which her world could only dream, she thinks for a moment that she will bowl him over and they will crash in a painful tangle of hooves and limbs and delicate spines-
But they don’t- though she almost half picks him up, with too much energy left with nowhere else to go but crash against him. Though her arms wrap around him and squeeze, though she curls downward to bury her face briefly at his neck, inhales to make sure it’s his scent, really him, they stay upright and she manages to get all four hooves back on solid ground, struggling yet with words.
What could she even say? The tides of the emotions overtaking her feel all too different, from anger at his departure without a word to relief at the sight of him, with the regret over her words with his brother and a dash of self-loathing for even feeling them at all.
He saves her the need to speak, at least. It’s too easy, just to kiss him back, to channel that frustrated, confusing cocktail of emotions into following his lead, fingers curling in his clothing and torn between jerking him closer or just shaking him, tail flicking out-]
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But they don’t- though she almost half picks him up, with too much energy left with nowhere else to go but crash against him. Though her arms wrap around him and squeeze, though she curls downward to bury her face briefly at his neck, inhales to make sure it’s his scent, really him, they stay upright and she manages to get all four hooves back on solid ground, struggling yet with words.
What could she even say? The tides of the emotions overtaking her feel all too different, from anger at his departure without a word to relief at the sight of him, with the regret over her words with his brother and a dash of self-loathing for even feeling them at all.
He saves her the need to speak, at least. It’s too easy, just to kiss him back, to channel that frustrated, confusing cocktail of emotions into following his lead, fingers curling in his clothing and torn between jerking him closer or just shaking him, tail flicking out-]