Clop* Clop* Clop*
Two knights rode their horses--Their armors clinked lightly with every stride as they made their way to the urban side of Byzantium.
Flop* with a few steps one got off.
The knight's eyebrows furrowed as he watched his fellow man stop. He then called out to him:
"Slav... Resting already...?"
Slav's head turned to him; his eyes were hollow yet filled something he couldn't name--He then nodded, subtly.
The Knight took off with a sigh--Wiping with the mane, (Neigh*) the horse let out a low grunt as they then fled.
Slav without sparing a glance--he walked to the field, his hands clenched at his side as he then knelt to the ground--His eyes darted up. The sky was painted in a hue of pink.
Just like it was in Ruthenia--It was just like on the day of his return where he and Eleanor had stood. How worried her eyes were. How her nimble fingers had grazed his skin.
He arched his head back as the sun's warmth seeped in through his armor. His hands then reached for his mask.
Just as he took it off--The prattling of the children softened the cold air. His heart dropped, his eyes darted as the image of Eleanor played out--At how she had clutched her Natmika.
At how her eyes had glinted before. How vulnerable she looked now--How she had clung to him.
Ahh...he breathed as his eyes then went to the children once again--His eyes widened. His chest tightened.
There was Eleanor.
Can't be...?
His voice came out low as if to question himself. He then saw her walk in his direction. Her lips held the same gracious smile.
The veil on her head stayed. Though her eyes? they told thousand stories...
Ah...his lips formed a smile as she came in closer. His hands reached out.
His Hazy gaze then watched as she smiled, "I came Slav... For you" Slav's chest rose and fell, a part of him begged him to leave. To not be fooled.
Yet he stayed, watching her in that fixed manner.
Then--as if to rub salt on the already glistening wound--She leaned in closer, the familiar scent of lavender washed over him.
He snapped and without a thought-he swiftly took her in his lap--Hands grasping her waist.
Eleanor hadn't let go... she just let him.
Slav held her tight--His breath was hot against her as he felt the low thrum of her heart-compared to his quickening pulse.
He gazed at her face, the same one's he had adored. Yet--He knew this wasn't her--It was a dream, like always.
Slav... she murmured. Her voice holding unmountable affection. "Elean"... his voice broke as he clutched as her.
He then pulled her close as if not intending to break from the dream land he was in--because dream or not...
(Her fingers then grazed his hair*) This was all he ever wanted.