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Mae 's Birthday earlier this month, and because he means a lot to me (and we're totally crushing on each other atm), I decided to get him something special :3 Sure, on the surface it's your stereotypical campfire kissing pic (with gay anthros), but check out the story below and maybe you'll see it as something more!
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HyenaCarnevale
Original Post:
It was
Mae 's Birthday earlier this month, and because he means a lot to me (and we're totally crushing on each other atm), I decided to get him something special :3 Sure, on the surface it's your stereotypical campfire kissing pic (with gay anthros), but check out the story below and maybe you'll see it as something more!Artist:
HyenaCarnevale===================Those stars twinkled that night. Glistening like my eyes did those nights I couldn’t sleep. It was another routine day, and it didn’t mean anything. I remember a stiff breeze blowing by me, my heart sinking lower as my mind drifted closer to the darkness of the night. I slunk to the bar that night. It was just for the noise, something to get my mind off of these thoughts that captivated my mind, and led it asunder.
As i sat amongst the patrons, alone, I remembered the times when this place seemed more lively, more jubilant with song, drink, and dance. It compared to me in its loneliness now, and just like myself, it was fresh from a recent remodel, but still the same to everyone who had ever been inside it. I scoffed at my own sense of humor, and stared into the brown liquid in my glass. It’s sometimes the only thing that makes me feel alive, even if it does poison me.
Across from the bar, a human played a slow tune on the piano. Yes, in a small city, there was only bar with a pianoman, and I was there in it that night. The melody itself could only be compared to that of a cave, filled with mystery and treachery, and disguised as curiosity. Another sip, I thought, and more cynicism flowed through my veins. The more the world changes, the more it stays the same, I thought. Little was I to realize that on this night, a light, like that of a piercing beam, would slowly begin to flood the darkness that i grew used to.
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I am sorry, however, dearest reader. For you, yes you, have already placed judgement on me as yet another emotional twat, bumbling and stumbling as he tries to find his way in this world filled with so many cycles, and you may be right. But you, yes you, need to understand that while the world does stay the same, everyone will always be different, and just because i speak of light beating the darkness from within me due to the presence of another, does not mean I wasn’t strong enough to fight on my own. People help people, they do not magically solve internal quarrels as complex as the mind can muster with the flick of a wand.
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But yes, yes you, pay attention now as we return. I didn’t head to the local pub often, only when the suffering of my internal struggle with I worry about, and what should be worried about, was on the side of darkness, and not of the light. Sitting there overhearing others lives was almost comforting, and the music I held dearest, for it’s only alternative was silence.
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My mind drifted into a dreamlike state as the drink settled warmly within. I thought of getting up and leaving the bar right then to give the mind a rest. After all, there was more to be done tomorrow, more coin to make, more people to pay. Surely, you understand what I mean. But as I stood up, a breeze blew by me as the door opened, and with that breeze, came another similar to me only in mind, and not in body. Those around the entrance didn’t stir at all, and the quiet ambiance of the soft notes on the piano continued as our eyes met. Mine, of course, darted away. I didn’t know this man, but as jos hooves showed the floor its rightful place with each step, I could hear him come closer to where I was. Anxiety crept up within me, and soon enough, he was at my table, and sat down across from me.
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I noticed his eyes once more, how they seemed liked a bright sky. I figured it was just the drink sending kind whispers to the abyss of my mind. They did more than compliment his eyes, however. They spoke of how his soft orange mantle of fur that went around his goat like head radiated with a sense of peace and confidence. They gawked at his tribal markings on his arms, the same soft orange against a cream beige that made one just want to dive in and see everything it had to offer. They saw the plated chest, and thought of a long lost security that seemed impossible to find anywhere else. The writhed in glee at his facial expressions as he nervously looked back and forth. It is true that all these thoughts could’ve been my own, but I had recently picked up the pieces from a different mess, and I was still recovering emotionally from it all. Nonetheless, a slow moment passed as his eyes continued to drift from side to side before he covered part of his cheek as if to tell a secret.
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“H-hey..” he nervously spoke, “I was hoping I could just sit here for a moment while the weather passes.” I didn’t know it was raining, but as he spoke the ceiling started to slowly hum with the sound of pouring rain. It’s not like i had a choice in the matter either, as he was already sitting down.
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“That’s fine” I smiled a little, hoping to comfort his anxiety while covering up my own. Looking past him I saw other people from outside come in to shelter themselves from the rain. It seemed that was the only thing to make a crowd appear in this part of town.
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We began talking, exchanged names, joked about the weather. We shared food and sampled spirits. The shy barrier melted away as the late evening progressed into the midnight hour. It was then that the rain cleared up, and it was getting late for him. I remember him giving me his number and saying something about his studies before heading out, and I did the soon after.
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Back outside i looked up the sky as i smelled the moist air. It was all clouds then, only I knew a figurative blue sky was behind them.
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I started to see him more often after that night, and we grew to talk about more than the weather. I learned all kinds of things about him, and what his hopes and dreams were. The darkness softened into a dim glow as he offered to take me into the wilderness with him just to enjoy nature just as I did. And, a few months after we met, we did just that.
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The stars were showing themselves to us that night like that night i first met him, the distance between us and the stars so great it was hard to imagine our eyes even sensing their presence, but it wasn’t about them that night. It wasn’t about me and my self-loathing tendencies, either. It was about us both, and and our feelings for one another, as well as our perception on the world and its inhabitants. Through the cacophony of insects and frogs we advised one another on our own personal journeys through life, and consoled one another both linguistically and emotionally.
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It was a night filled with mutual feelings of passion. We went from suffering with each other, to cherishing one another. That night we understood that though the world could be cruel, we could count on it staying the same so long as we stayed the same with it, and these emotions were too great to show only by words. Naturally, we found our fingers intertwined, our lips connected, and in the dim glow of the campfire, our hearts blossomed, and oozed with light milked from the stars above. Our tongues continued their dance as our hands caressed one another’s form. We both closed our eyes to feel one the other, painting pictures only through touch as time slowed down. We drifted to the tent, longing to be even closer than before.
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We laid with one another, our bodies moving on their own as our hearts grew closer that night. In the back of my mind, I knew right then that I cared about him all too much. That I was falling right back down that abyss, but I didn’t care. I wanted to fall, even if one doesn’t fall in a single night. I knew then that, at the very least, I was going to do my best for those clear sky blue eyes that blended together with the dim glow of the flame outside of the tent. One this night, and the ones that followed, I would grow increasingly more heartfelt towards him, and more confident with myself, and less worrisome about the future with each and every passing day.
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Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and as I sit here in my chair looking at my screen to type a story that I wish was real… I can’t help but want him that much more. It’s always time that binds us and ends up leading us misery, but I hope that with the passing of time, our passion will only grow exponentially. I hope when the days grow cyclical like they always do, that at least I will have him to wake up to each and every morning. To hold each other in that warm spot in front of the window where the light shines through every morning. To sip on tea, and have him taste it curiously on my lips. To learn how he sees the world, to have him learn from me. To hold hands while walking in a park somewhere. I want all those silly dumb things that are cliche in relationships to happen. I won’t just try--- I will make it happen, one way, one day, so that the only thing i seek in life comes into fruition: a lover who does understand that darker side of me.====================
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