[medilic]

Abaddon
“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here."

Chrysanthemum. The one thought that had been radiating through Abaddon's mind. She was the mare he woke up thinking about and thought of long through the day and into the night. It was as if she had planted flowers into his very soul and all they left behind were blooms that had caused his feelings for her. He couldn't keep himself away from her much longer, this was probably the longest he had gone without seeing her since the incident in winter. He had wanted to see if his feelings would rot away and if they would become manageable. Abaddon was scared of pursuing the chimeric dame. Even to his utmost disdain, she had wrapped herself around his heart and now there were very few things he wouldn't do for her, because of her. Gods, she shook his very world.

What had he done to deserve one as gorgeous, as perfect as she? She lit him on fire and made him burn in a way that left him craving more, he was addicted to her. Maybe it had something to do with those herbs she knew how to use, maybe she wanted him to want her like he was. Maybe those flowers she had used on him the first time had been where it all started? He did not know where his feelings had begun for the small mare, but what he did know was that he could not find their end. How does one confess to a woman when he does not speak? When he feels as if he and his words are not enough to show her how vast his feelings had become, how this crush had begun to ruin him. How he had started to enjoy it. The worst part was he had an idea of how to show her, how to prove to her he loved her and wanted her. How he had listened to her ramble, how he knew the flower her name had come from.

He had spent hours, almost an entire night and early into the next morning gathering these beautiful chrysanthemum flowers that matched her lovely eyes. He had found some white ones as well and had shoved them into the bundle he was slowly crafting, he had spent time braiding the stems together as he tried to make it easier to hold. He had remembered that the yellow ones as beautiful as they were, they did not have the best of meanings and he had gotten so very close to destroying it and starting over. He was so irritated at himself, and his lack of social skills irritated that he wasn't sure if he could show her how much she meant to him. He was scared that he would not be enough. He went back to the flowers, deciding to keep what he had and just add to it. He remembered that the red ones had some sort of good meaning when it came to love and the same with the purple ones right? Either way, he began tucking them into the bundle, braiding the stems together at the bottom until the bundle of flowers may have gotten a little too large. He concluded that she would still be able to hold it and that was enough for him.

Abaddon walking through the land trying to find someone with a bundle of flowers had surely gained him a few odd stares. But Abaddon made no move to defend his actions or to glare back at them, he did not mind others knowing of his attraction towards the lady. He wanted everyone to know, everyone to realize how his fall from being a cold-hearted dickhead was this perfectly kind sweetheart of a woman. He wanted others to know that he planned to claim her, protect her, and maybe even try to love her for as long as she let him. He wanted to give her all that he could, even if it meant baring his very soul for her.

The stag stopped in his tracks as he caught the scent of the woman, and for a moment he could feel his heart skip a beat and for a split moment he was nervous. A feeling he had not come to feel in such a long time, it almost surprised him but then again Chrys had caused so many surprises in him that it was no longer a shock. She awoke the beast's feelings in ways he was still trying to comprehend. He approached her slowly, giving her time to notice him. He let his feet fall rather loudly as he got closer, he did not want to startle her. And as she turned to face him, he dropped the makeshift bouquet down in front of her, and before she could say anything he took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Chrysanthemum, you have continued to shake my very world at the roots each time you come into my life. You have torn down my walls, made doorways just for yourself, and carved open my very heart. You have planted flowers within my soul and have made sure they blossomed, and I do not want it to stop. I believe actions speak louder than words and I will continue to stand by this sentiment even with you, which is why I made this thing for you. I wanted to show you that I hear you, that I listen to you. That your words do not fall upon deaf ears even when it seems like I may be deaf. That even I can fall victim to a sweet lady such as yourself. That I want to pursue this, to pursue you. I want to show you, to make you mine. I want you to want to give yourself over to me, I want you to want me as I do you. Chrysanthemum, I crave you, I crave to see you each morning, each night, as much and as often as you will let me. I do not wish to tie you down to a very spot on this earth, but I wish to tie you to me in a way that makes you want to return, to want to be with me as I want to be with you. I crave you. I will drop to my knees and grovel at your very hooves; I will beg and yearn for you until you understand how truthful I am being. You are the most amazing thing that has ever come into my life, and I only wish to see and be with you while you flourish. I will protect, cherish, and even love you. Whatever you want I will do my best to give you. I will be patient with you, I will never force you to do anything you don't want. All I will ask for is to share your smiles with me, your flowers, your knowledge, and maybe even your heart if you are so willing." His words were genuine each one of them marked with a sort of nervousness that had never once invaded his speech before today. He wanted to close the space between them and look into her eyes. He wanted her to stare into his and see his truth, to see the love and respect he harbored for her there. To feel his very soul being bared for her, to know his words were the truth. But for now, he gave her a chance to speak.

Words: 1248
Tag: For Chrys faeriiefox
Time: A while after the couple's event, before the third act of the war.

LAIKA OF GS!

[faeriiefox]

Before Abaddon's arrival, Chrysanthemum was ensconced in the tender embrace of spring's awakening. With each graceful stride, she reveled in the burgeoning life that unfurled around her, a tapestry of colors and fragrances that danced in harmony with the gentle breeze. In the meadow, a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues greeted her eager gaze. Beautiful primroses, their petals unfolding like delicate whispers of color, adorned the landscape with hues of pink, yellow, and lavender. Beside them, clusters of daffodils emerged from their earthy slumber, their golden blooms a radiant proclamation of the season's arrival.
As she meandered through the verdant expanse, Chrysanthemum encountered patches of lush greenery adorned with a myriad of herbs and wildflowers. The air was alive with the sweet fragrance of lavender, thyme, and mint, their delicate blooms swaying gently in the breeze. Amidst the verdant foliage, tulips and hyacinths unfurled their velvety petals, their vibrant colors painting the landscape with a riot of hues. This was one of her favorite times of the year, when the smell of the flowers filled the air once more. The winter had been long and absent from such things.

With each breath, Chrysanthemum drank in the heady perfume of spring, a fragrant symphony that stirred her senses and filled her with a sense of tranquility. She reveled in the simple beauty of the moment, her heart lifted by the vibrant tapestry of life unfolding before her.
It was while she was standing there, looking out over the meadow and the newbrought spring, that she felt the heavy hoofsteps behind her, solid and making enough sound for her to know it was no small equine that came up to her. She turned her head just to see the big pale brute that she had met just a few weeks ago on the Couples Retreat. She had not been sure that he would join, but he had, in the end. The words he had whispered, in that low baritone of his, had sent chills down her spine. He started talking before she could even greet him, and the amount of words that left him would have surprised anyone, but especially her who had fought to get anything out of him lately.

Chrysanthemum stood there, her heart pounding within her chest, as she listened to Abaddon's heartfelt confession. Never before had she felt such a mixture of emotions swirling within her—surprise, elation, and a hint of trepidation. His words washed over her like a gentle breeze, carrying with them a sincerity that touched her to the core. For a moment, she was rendered speechless, her gaze fixed upon the bundle of chrysanthemum flowers at her feet, each petal a testament to Abaddon's affection. She could feel the weight of his emotions hanging in the air between them, thick with vulnerability and raw honesty. An honesty she was unsure how to handle this quickly.
As she lifted her gaze to meet his, she saw something flicker within his eyes—a vulnerability that mirrored her own. It was in that moment that she realized they were not so different after all, two souls yearning for connection amidst the vast expanse of the world.

Taking a tentative step forward, Chrysanthemum closed the distance between them, her heart pounding in rhythm with each beat of her hooves. She could feel the warmth of his presence enveloping her like a comforting embrace, dispelling the lingering shadows of doubt that had clouded her mind.
"Abaddon," she began, her voice soft yet resolute, "your words have touched me in ways I never thought possible. You have shown me a kindness and vulnerability that I never knew existed within you. And for that, I am grateful."
With a gentle nudge of her muzzle, she moved in to stand close to him, moving her hind end in so that they touched side by side. His overwhelming warmth always surprised her.
"I may not have all the answers, nor do I fully understand the depths of my own heart," she continued, her gaze locking with his, "but I know this much—I am drawn to you in ways I cannot explain. Your presence ignites a spark within me, a yearning for something more."

"I do not know what the future holds for us, Abaddon," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion, "but I am willing to find out. Together, we can navigate the uncertainties that lie ahead, leaning on each other for strength and support."

With that, she closed the remaining distance between them, her muzzle brushing against his in a tender gesture of affection. In that moment, amidst the fragrant blooms of spring and the gentle caress of the breeze, Chrys knew that she had found something worth holding onto—a connection that transcended words and bound their souls together in a tapestry of love and hope.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the echo of their beating hearts and the promise of a future yet to unfold. In that moment, Chrysanthemum realized that love was not always about grand gestures or sweeping declarations—it was about the quiet moments shared between two souls, the whispered promises of a love that would endure the test of time.


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