AIN'T IT FUN? ___

[Whipster]

"OH, DON'T MIND ME. I'M JUST PRETENDING TO BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE!"

It was the hundredth time this week that the filly had crossed this border. To and fro -- Elia traveled between homes, truly exhausted by the demands of being a future queen. It rattled her mind, those thoughts, but it was worth it in the end. From the start, Rhaegar had his name tattooed behind her eye lids, and she promised herself (him, more so) to stay. To be the bride that he deserved. The responsibility was years away, but it meant more time for an ever lasting affair to bloom and stir. The alabaster filly let her limbs slow, dished crown lifting at the sight of her desert prince. A soft, anxious exhale of breath escaped Elia, her face lit up by a smile, stopping by his flank. Rhaegar, hi, just like their first day.



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[Kezz]

Rhaegar, now two years of age, was growing smoothly out of his childlike frame and into that of a tall prince. No longer did his knees knock into themselves, nor did his fur retain the dull thickness of youth; his skin was a glittering ocean of silver-kissed sanguine. There was something proud in the way he moved — the thudding movement of his hooves against the earth, the arch to his neck, the high thrash of his hair over muscle and bone. It was the sort of arrogance that one might overlook, forgive, for it was a green vanity that he was yet to polish... it was innocent, if you like. Though if you were to gaze into his eyes ( brimming with smoke and fire ) innocence was not a quality one would detect. Iscariot's heir was a hard boy: there was nothing soft or mellow about the way he scoured the desert plains.

Rhaegar, hi.

He froze, his body solidifying from fluid water into an ice that he couldn't quite shake. Rhaegar didn't move away as he realised Elia's petite frame beside him, but it didn't stop the deepening of the arch in his neck, crimson locks quivering at the movement. And he turned his head to face her, wearing an expression that could only be described as sober ( grave even ) and his lips parted to acknowledge her arrival —

"Hello, Elia. How did the journey treat you?"

The formality was intense; it dominated the tone of the prince's voice and the indurate posture of his body. But she was a stranger, this pale little child to whom one day he would be wed... Rhaegar broke their eye contact, jaw tightening at the thought. Despite his reservations, the dragon boy respected his father's choice and who knew? Perhaps one day they would adore each other as much as Iscariot and Severina did.

Whipster reminds me of little isc and sev in the beginning, eeee

[Whipster]

"RECKLESS & TOO IN LOVE TO CARE"

Oh, she can feel the tension radiating off of the princes body. This is not the first time she has felt so unfamiliar in her own skin. When this feeling is in the air, Elia seems to stare at her body from someone else's. Alienated from all around her. They are strangers, indeed, but painfully so for the petite girl. Since the moment she laid her eyes on Rhaegar, he has meant something, everything. That's what made her stay. She was the girl of her mama's dreams, mama would have come for her, if she so pleased. But her heart was chained here, this beautiful desert that to everyone else, was a wasteland. Her long, pale lashes fluttered a moment, emotion gripping tight onto her chest like her own tiny hand. Elia stood as tall against him as she could; pride, confidence, this is what she has learned these past weeks here. She is to be a queen by business. The girl turned her mismatched brown and amber opticals to him, smiling tightly, shrugging a shoulder so that her ivory curls could bounce. Somewhere, she knew it was no use.

As pleasantly as always. Elia commented, nodding and turning her head back to the dunes of the Oasis. What her mama do, standing next to her betrothed? She had never been forced into this situation, so there had never been an anxiety to cripple her mood. There was no use in foul moods in the mind of the gypsy empress, so she pulled on the façade of a queen, whom must care for her people. How was your parents time away, Rhaegar? It must have been lovely. The good it would do for lovers, to spend time in some sort of self created paradise. It was bliss to hear of the High King and Queen's lives, the little things they do. Iscariot was so sweet on his wife, it was a tragic peace. Truly, she wanted nothing more than what they had. Their story was one for the books, it was unmistakable, her mother had said, how hard it was for both of them at first. But with time had grown love. Would that be of a savior for her, with her heart swelling so for prince Rhaegar, the heir to the world?

Suddenly, Elia looked at him. She was serious, for the first time she mirrored his grave expression, questioning, because she is a child, yet: does the world seem as tired to you, as I?


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[Kezz]

It took Rhaegar a single second to compose himself; he was used to being thrust into situations which weren't always favorable, though he could not say this was one of those. There was no reason why he would wish to make Elia feel uncomfortable or unwanted, but how was he supposed to approach her? With open arms? With a burning smile that said I love you, I will always love you? It would be a lie, and he couldn't lie to her... at least, not yet.

As pleasantly as always. The prince nodded cordially, eyes softening a touch. To imagine that one day, not far off, she would no longer have to make such a journey — that she would share his chambers, his four-poster bed, his hand, almost startled him. And he ran his gaze over her once more, properly this time, lingering on the details that defined her. He recognised Elia was beautiful, conventionally so: narrow hips ripe with youth, sweet-smelling hair that never seemed to fall out of place, a smile that could thaw Alaskan ice, but there was something about the way the desert prince studied his fiance that suggested he was searching. Seeking lust, longing, attraction; failing.

And then he felt ashamed. Guilt itched in his chest as he dropped his stare and licked his lips that had become so inexplicably dry. He could not possibly have known how this little pale girl felt about him, though this did not frighten him; which, in a strange way, only made Rhaegar feel more sheepish.

How was your parents time away, Rhaegar? It must have been lovely.   The deep red of the dragon prince's skin glimmered as he shifted slightly, jarred from his inner speculation. The mention of his parents' weekend away elicited a short sharp laugh and a subtle rolling of the eyes, "Oh, I'm sure it was."

Neither he or his brother had questioned Mother or Father about what they had got up to. But certainly Rhaegar was comforted, grateful even, for the couple's happiness — their love was what had made his childhood so secure. He was vaguely aware that Elia's parents' relationship was volatile, though passionate, still. With a small, ambiguous shrug the prince began to move off; the midday sun was becoming uncomfortable even for a fire-borne child like he, no doubt his companion - with her fine, cream skin - would soon be suffering from it's intensity.

The red prince made it four steps before her voice rang out, again, does the world seem as tired to you, as I? — and he stopped, the wind toying with his sanguine curls. Eyes of ash and cloud found Elia's own mismatched gaze as he half-turned, studying her almost as he had done before, though this time he never left her face. The urge to run his fingers down her cheek bloomed unexpectedly, protective affection catching him quite off-guard.

"To ask such a question suggests that it is you, instead, who is tired of the world?"

Whipster sml for them.

[Whipster]

"RECKLESS & TOO IN LOVE TO CARE"

Elia stared, and it was so peaceful to not think for just a second. It was purely absent minded, frozen from the world that confused her and made her weary for the future. So many expectations for her, for him, her beautiful Rhaegar, the man who could not bring himself to love her. It didn't ever make her angry, knowing his love did not blossom as quick as hers... the hope was his parents, how they found their closeness. For now, though, she was stuck in quiet place in her mind which made thinking so, so much easier. But she could hear the prince as clear as day when he spoke to her, asked her the question she'd dreaded by bringing it up. Her child-like curiosity had gotten the better of her. This was not Queen like and for fuck's sake, her mother would be so ashamed of her for turning to the red prince and looking gravely, sickly even; her cream curls lying still at her sides, curling around her finger tips. "Precisely." She answers because some parts of her are scared. She's a year younger than him, she's yet two, expectations of her are great. Elia makes the decision to look away from him this time. This time she made the choice that she couldn't bear it, a split second of regretting her heart which beat for him. But she did smile then, when she looked to the blue skies which were streaked with pinks and grays. "I'm sorry, that did not come out entirely how I expected." The cream girl bit her lip, looked to her feet in embarrassment. "Where... where were you heading, just now? May I come with you?"


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[Kezz]

Shall we start a new thread in spring/summer as they've aged up and Rhaegar has met Lyanna so brooding/guilty drama from him etc PLUS Elia is moving to the desert about now, oui? <3 Whipster

[Whipster]

Yes yes yes; I'll try and hurry a post up, rapid fire for the two so she can officially be moved in? kota and I planned for Ly and Lia to be "friends" of sorts, could possibly thread them as well?