kai silva đź‘‘ [aragorn] (arnor) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-10-22 21:42:00 |
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Kai had seen horses before he’d moved to Dunhaven -- horses carrying cops during, horses on parade. One time, he and his friends had taken the BART from Daly City all the way to Pleasanton, and then hopped a bus to Livermore for the rodeo. He’d laughed the whole way there (a rodeo? In the Bay Area?) until he realized how long of a history the event had. It wasn’t until he started working for Liam that he got really up close with horses, though. And he’d found that in the last two months, he’d been visiting them more often. There was no reason for it as far as he could tell; he just felt drawn to them, like they were calling to him, like they were talking to him in a language he didn’t really understand. He knew what Bonnie and Clyde’s favorite treats were now, and they did, too. He could hear them both fussing at him as he approached, like they thought he wasn’t fast enough. “Okay, okay, I’m coming, geez.” Bonnie nuzzled his hand when he reached out to her, and instantly he felt transported elsewhere. Grassland stretched out in all directions, windblown as much as his hair always seemed to be. There was a chill to the air, coming down off the mountains beyond. He was grateful for the leather and the furs, though he knew he’d barely notice the cold soon enough, once they got to riding again. He never stayed in one place for long. The last time he’d stayed anywhere for a while was Rivendell, but those years were long past. Now, Aragorn drifted: from the Shire to Rohan and Gondor, and anywhere in between. Anywhere that needed him. His horse nickered, impatient to get a move on. He knew they had miles to go yet. “Thorongil,” a familiar voice came from nearby, “we’re ready.” He turned to face the company of men and nodded. “We’re losing daylight. It’s time.” And Kai exhaled. Maybe there was something to what everyone else was talking about, after all. He couldn’t remember ever seeing that in the Lord of the Rings movies, or reading that in the Hobbit, so unless it was his imagination in overdrive... but he didn't usually dream about being his childhood crushes. Usually he dreamt of being in Arwen's shoes. “You won’t tell, will you?” he asked Bonnie, like she even knew what was going through his head. She only nudged his pocket expectantly with her nose. He laughed and shook his head. "Okay, one more." |