a bouquet of bruises

Skoll Haskel · 06-13-2012, 04:46 PM

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(401) So rambly. x3

It was official. Skoll Haskel had a crush.

The young wolfdog scowled slightly as the thought crossed his mind again, and he sighed against the mare’s neck as he leaned against it. He couldn’t stop thinking about Adelle, even if their little fight hadn’t been anything extra special. He kept remembering her dark hair framing her face, and her icy blue eyes, and her laugh, and the strength matched to his. Reading Romeo and Juliet alongside discovering these feelings only helped to cement what his emotions were, even if it wasn’t quite as ridiculous as the titular characters (he still gagged at them). No, he didn’t quite know what love was yet, but he did understand his fixation and the little butterflies in his stomach and the other un-Skoll-like feelings that buzzed through him.

Besides realizing that, he also realized that he had to do something about it—and getting rid of the feelings was not an option. He liked spending time with Adelle, and even if she didn’t feel the same way about him, he really wanted to be her friend. They were sparring buddies, after all, and that kind of bond carried on through thick and thin. They were supposed to be able to face their enemies standing back-to-back like in the stories, calling to each other without turning their heads, dispatching their foes one by one.

Did you ever like someone when you were a filly? Skoll asked the mare nervously, and she snorted back at him. Deciding he would get no sort of advice from her, he followed his gut feeling like he meant to—which meant traveling back to their usual meeting spot. They’d tentatively set a date, and it was about that time again. He found his tail wagging slightly, tickling the bay’s rump. No matter what, this would be fun like always.

They reached the sparring ring, and the newly-promoted sergeant slipped down off his steed’s back. He hobbled her like before, and she grazed idly after he’d set her tack up against the tree. He stood with his hands clasped, beginning to wait, but something colorful caught the corner of his eye, and he sneakily ran in that direction. Snatching up the flowers, he did his best to disguise the fact that they’d been there, and then he ran back to the center of the ring, holding them and humming off-tune to himself.

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