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Post by Zosime Eumelia on May 25, 2011 21:16:54 GMT -8
  The ride to the academy had been relatively quiet. For the majority of the time, she had curled against her boyfriend's side, about on top of him. Her cheek pressed against his neck and her fingers trailed through his hair. His question struck her as odd, but she answered, anyways. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a guy like you for a boyfriend, Vince.." She smiled up at him and delivered a soft kiss to his jawbone. Never once did she find the energy to pull away from him.
She simply didn't feel up to leaving the warmth of his side. She felt like, if nothing else, she belonged there, in that spot, her body pressed to his. Every so often, her hand would lift so she could brush her fingertips along his knuckles. She marveled in the warmth of his skin, especially considering this was all so new to her. "I'm sure the girls will be happy to see us." She teased, brushing her lips along his cheek. When the academy's barn came into view, she straightened her position and bent at the waist to gather her things off of the floor of the truck.
"Tack Lily but don't mount her just yet and meet me by the ring, alright?" She chirped, gripping his knee. Her dark tresses were pulled away from her face in a messy ponytail with the occasional ringlet framing her face. "I meant to ask..what's on the menu for our lunch date, and we also have to think of what movie we're going to be watching." She nodded to herself, flashing him a grin as she leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth. "I love you, Vince. Oh..and we should swing by the mall later..I think I saw something you might like." Nodding once more, she waited until the truck came to a complete stop before unbuckling herself and grabbing the items that she had brought with her.
 TAG(S); Vincent
LYRICS; Not Strong Enough (feat. Brent Smith) by Apocalyptica
WORDS; 350
OUTFIT; Click
NOTES; Not the best but better than it has been. :]
CREDITS; lisathecat of CAUTION 2.0! |
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Post by VINCENT CORDOVA on May 26, 2011 1:03:46 GMT -8
"Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a guy like you for a boyfriend, Vince.." Zosime answered to his question. ”Ah,” he replied. Some guys might think she was being clingy but he really didn’t mind it. Long as she gave him space at times he loved having her around him. ”You know, I’m lucky to have a gal like you too,” he added after a moment. "I'm sure the girls will be happy to see us." she said. ”With treats, I know they will be happy to see us,” Vince replied with a laugh. He knew that Lily would at least. She loved sugar cubes.
As they pulled into the academy barn’s parking lot and parked, Zosime reached down into the floor board to get her bag of things she had brought with her. "Tack Lily but don't mount her just yet and meet me by the ring, alright?" she said, gripping his knee. Her dark tresses were pulled away from her face in a messy ponytail with the occasional ringlet framing her face. That was a look that made Vince want her all the more too. ”Ok, I’ll do that,” he replied, looking straight at her face. Her next statement brought him back to reality.
"I meant to ask..what's on the menu for our lunch date, and we also have to think of what movie we're going to be watching." she said. ”Uhm, well you know of any good restaurants nearby? I’m still learning everything,” he replied. Learning Edmonton was a pain. There was so much there. "I love you, Vince. Oh..and we should swing by the mall later..I think I saw something you might like." she added. ”Love you too and sure we can swing by before heading home,” he answered. He heard a nicker from inside the barn. ”We better get to them before they get antsy,” he said with a laugh. The horses could smell that they were there.
Giving Zosime a quick kiss and a hug, Vince headed into the barn and to Lily’s stall, a few sugar cubes in hand. Almost immediately, Lily was at her stall door, nosing at his hand like she knew he had a treat. ”Ok ok, calm down girl,” he told the pale mare, taking a second to get her halter and lead on before giving her the cubes. ”You’re so spoiled,” he replied as Lily eagerly licked at his hand, trying to get the last bit off his hand. Vince had to laugh. Yup, his cremello was spoiled rotten. He led her out of her stall and to the cross ties before getting her tack together. He never really had to worry about her pitching a fit.
Once he had Lily all tacked up and had made sure everything was the way it should be, he lead the pale mare out towards the outdoor ring. |
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Post by Zosime Eumelia on May 26, 2011 1:24:33 GMT -8
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she jogged toward the barn. She slowed down when she got closer as she took up a fast-paced walk. Going to the bathroom within the barn, she changed quickly into her jodphurs, blouse, and riding boots. Grabbing her helmet and strapping it atop her head, she tugged on her jacket and buttoned it quickly before kneeling down to stuff her clothes into the bag. With the bag slung over her shoulder once more, she walked to Honey's stall and opened it slowly, setting the bag within the stall before leading her to the cross ties. It was there that she brushed the palomino blanket mare, cleaned out her hooves, combed her mane, combed her tail, and tacked her up. Slinging the halter and lead rope over the stall door, she picked up her bag yet again, gripping the reins firmly before leading her to the ring.
"We'll show 'em.." She breathed, patting the mare's neck fondly as she slung the reins over the mare's neck. The mare knew enough not to move as she watched the girl with mild interest, her gaze switching between Vincent, Zosime, and the ring. Dropping her bag by the fence, she knelt down to grab the brush, clip, and hair tie, which she push unto her wrist. Standing straight, she moved behind him and began to comb his hair. After a moment, she spoke up.
"This may seem feminine, but it'll keep your hair hidden beneath the helmet. Mama taught me how to do this." She murmured. Her slender fingers began to braid the long locks quickly with a gentle confidence. Instead of tying it at the end, she chose to twist it into a bun then wrap the hair tie around the bun. Lifting the hair clip, she held the bun with the aforementioned clip. Reaching up, she placed his helmet on his head then moved in front of him, buckling it beneath his chin.
"Well?" She chirped sweetly, a grin playing about her lips. Honey was growing restless so in that moment, she chose to tug on her gloves. "I'll show you how to run the course then walk you through it. Once you have the hang of it, I'll let you try it on your own. Deal?" She queried with a gentle tilt of her head before moving over to Honey and swinging herself lightly into the saddle.
TAG(S); Vincent
LYRICS; Not Strong Enough (feat. Brent Smith) by Apocalyptica
WORDS; 399
OUTFIT; Click
NOTES; Getting better. Sorry, it rambles. >.<
CREDITS; lisathecat of CAUTION 2.0! |
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Post by VINCENT CORDOVA on May 26, 2011 14:43:18 GMT -8
Lily shifted on her feet as Zosime came over. The cremello mare swished her tail at a fly, looking at the palomino appaloosa nearby. The other mare was close enough that Lily chanced a sniff at her. She was curious as to who this mare was. Meanwhile, Zosime was messing with Vince’s hair again, this time combing it out. "This may seem feminine, but it'll keep your hair hidden beneath the helmet. Mama taught me how to do this." she said, starting to braid the long locks quickly. ”Hun, I’m bi-sexual, remember?” he told her, wincing the slightest bit as a stray hair pulled as she twisted the hair up into a bun. ”I don’t mind if it looks feminine.”
Once she had finished with his hair, she put his helmet on his head and buckled it. ”Well?” she asked. ”Have to admit it feels a little weird,” he admitted. He guessed it was because he just wasn’t used to it like this. Zosime started to tug on her gloves. "I'll show you how to run the course then walk you through it. Once you have the hang of it, I'll let you try it on your own. Deal?" she said. ”Ok sounds good,” Vince replied, climbing up on Lily’s back. He watched Zosime do the same to the palomino blanket mare. |
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Post by Zosime Eumelia on May 26, 2011 16:01:41 GMT -8
She urged the mare onward with a gentle cluck of her of her tongue. Pressing her heels to the mare's sides, she directed the mare towards the starting point of the course. With the fluid movements of the mare beneath her, came a ramrod but relaxed posture, smooth posting, and natural control over the mare. Shifting her grip on the reins, she allowed her fingers to curl within the pallid tresses. Glancing toward the horizon, she got the mare into a canter and within only moments after leaving the starting point, she was sailing smoothly over the first jump. Upon clearing the first jump and never breaking pace, she applied the left rein lightly to her neck to signal her to turn right. Almost immediately after turning, the mare sailed over the fence, one of her hooves nicking the second rail.
Only for a moment the rail teetered and threatened to topple over but still, the pair never broke stride. Applying the right rein to the side of her neck, she had the palomino turn left. The mare tossed her head, and the girl gave her a small amount of freedom as they sailed over the third jump. Surprisingly, despite the size of the jump, the mare landed easily without touching a single rail and continued her quickened pace. From the fifth jump on, the mare was on autopilot. Each movement she made caused lean muscle to ripple under taut flesh. They slowed to a stop after clearing the finish line. Circling within the ring, she allowed the mare to cool down.
"Well? How were we, sweetie?" She chirped, a smile spreading about her lips. She was happy, alright. The mare was certainly content as well, her ears flicking to and fro. "Need verbal instructions, or is that good enough?" Poking her tongue out, she gave him another grin.
TAG(S); Vincent
LYRICS; Not Strong Enough (feat. Brent Smith) by Apocalyptica
WORDS; 331
OUTFIT; Click
NOTES; Tiny drop.
CREDITS; lisathecat of CAUTION 2.0! |
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Post by VINCENT CORDOVA on May 27, 2011 13:11:46 GMT -8
Vince watched as his girlfriend urged her horse on around the course. He paid close attention to the order of the jumps. Lily was watching too, eager to get out there and show off herself. He gave her a gentle pat on the neck. She’d get her chance in a second. Vince looked on as his girl’s horse cleared one jump after another, keeping a close track on the order and distance between each one. The only one he saw that might give them trouble was the ninth jump. From where he was standing, it wasn’t easy to see the distance between the two jumps there only that it was a double then a single.
"Well? How were we, sweetie?" Zosime said as she rode back up after the last jump. She seemed pleased with herself. The mare was certainly content as well, her ears flicking to and fro. ”Didn’t know you were that good,” he remarked. Lily snorted, as is she was putting her two cents worth into the conversation. "Need verbal instructions, or is that good enough?" Zosime asked. ”I think I got it just by watching, but we’ll see once it’s underway,” he replied, giving Lily a gentle nudge to go on.
Once at the start of the course, Vince urged Lily on and over the first jump. She cleared that jump effortlessly, slowing her stride just enough to make the quick right hand turns over the next two jumps then the left to the fourth jump. Turning right again to jump the fifth jump, Lily was able to quicken her stride again between five and six, tapping the rail on jump six just enough that it rolled back and forth on the pole holders. Thankfully it stayed up, giving them a clear run thus far.
Clearing jump seven, it was on to the ones that Vince had thought would be the problem jumps. Jumping over the eighth, Lily barely had time to collect her footing before the next jump was up. As a result, her back legs rubbed the top bar just enough that the bar toppled to the ground. Nothing they could do about that, though Vince was glad this was just practice and not the actual competition. Lily cleared the last few jumps with little to no problem.
Riding back over to where Zosime waited, Vince glanced back at the fallen rail. ”Well, we can’t all be perfect,” he said, laughing a bit. He was a perfectionist when it came to competing so that one rail falling bothered him but he wasn’t about to show that to her. |
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Post by Zosime Eumelia on May 29, 2011 18:28:02 GMT -8
((Should we end this here and start a new one?)) |
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