A/N: hey, hey, back with a new (incredibly) little teaser of a oneshot featuring one character that you've seen and one that you won't see for a little while. I just thought it would be nice to put something up while I worked on some character development stories that won't be going up till March.
And this is kinda odd, to be honest, but only because I needed to get my centaur/satyr muse to go away for a little while.
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He probably shouldn't have been staring.
But… he'd never seen anything like him before.
Short, curved, dark horns protruded from the white hair that stopped just shy of his shoulders. His skin was a rich, dark blue, and the tip of a pointed ear stuck out between the strands of hair. The muscles under white-furred legs flexed impressively and dark, cloven hooves splayed slightly as the satyr crouched to pick at the herbs growing by the riverside.
Aewendir nickered softly in the back of his throat, taking a few steps back further into the shadows of the woods. This was… weird, to say the least. What if he got caught? What would the satyr say if he found out that he was being watched? But he didn't want to look away; the other was fascinating in his activities. Something about the way he moved made Aewen want to just lay down and watch him all day.
And he surely couldn't go out there and talk to him. Sure, he could be called attractive with his golden skin and his auburn hair and his dark green eyes more alluring than the forest itself (or so he imagined), but what if the satyr didn't think so? What if he was frightened and shocked and just turned and ran? If Aewen tried to chase him, he'd only make it worse.
The centaur rubbed his eyes with a sigh. This was weird.
This was wrong.
What was he doing, stalking this poor boy? He was just going about his business and here Aewendir was, watching him from the damn bushes. But he was just so…. so cute, gods, he just wanted to sit here and stare at him. He couldn't help it; turning away wasn't really an option now.
And, suddenly, he realized that the satyr's little white tail was wagging, and his mouth was moving, and the most wonderful sound was floating through the air at a soft, quick tempo…
Was he singing?
Oh, gods, he was singing and it was beautiful and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stifle the little giggle that escaped him. He didn't know the song but it just made him smile and every fiber of his being wanted to go out there and he absolutely could not do that. So he took another step back instead—
And something snapped under his hoof.
And his heart froze when the satyr let out a shocked little bleat, gathered his things and ran in the opposite direction.
… Damn.
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A/N: SO, remember this, my dear readers. The scene might be different but the feelings are the same. Slightly different situation in the real story, but, hey, I thought it'd be cute.