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AKA a pathetically late birthday present for my bestie

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Joana huffed, bringing her horse to a stop as she looked ahead towards Edith’s upon her own horse, trotting away triumphantly.

Edith threw her head over her shoulder, and god Joana could see her grinning ear-to-ear even at a distance. Edith stopped. “I thought you said you were skilled on horseback!” she shouted, making her way back towards Joana.

The latter tugged on the horse’s reins trying to urge it forward to no avail. “I am quite skilled on a horse that is not so stubborn! Whatever possessed you to have such a horse bred?”

Edith came to a stop beside Joana, leaning over to run a gentle hand along the horse's neck, “She is mighty obedient when you are firm and certain with her,” she looked up at Joana, the sun catching the flecks of brown in amongst the green of her eyes, her thin lips pulled into a coy smile, the faintest hint of freckles on her cheeks, appearing with a fury now that her makeup was slowly wearing away in the late hours of the afternoon. Joana gazed upon her, taking her fully in, as if it were the first time she was seeing Edith all over again. “You will not hurt my horses, I can assure you, though I worry with such a soft touch if they may hurt you.”

Joana leaned forward, placing her hand atop Edith’s own, “Next time we go out riding, it will be on my horses, then you will not be so smug.”

Joana kept her hand atop Edith’s, soaking in her warmth, the smoothness of her skin. Finally, Edith pulled her hand away, though admittedly it seemed to be with some reluctance. She began again into a trot, laughing.

“Until then, my dear, I shall be enjoying a victory lap!” Edith raced away on her horse, leaving Joana in the dust though not entirely unhappy.

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A very late but very happy birthday to @owlrolls I love you so much bestie and I'm so sorry this is so late

This is so incredibly late and I have no excuse other than uni work and ongoing mental health issues because of my recent breakup 😭😭

I've kept the setting vague but I imagine this happens around the 15th century though I've intentionally kept the details vague so set this whenever you want

I've missed my girls and haven't written anything for literal months because I'm in my final year of uni so this was fun to write!

engport mentioned?

prompts: into the woods & disappearance

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Abandon all hope

NC-17 | Engspa

Warnings: gore, body horror, horror, violence, war crimes, dead dove: do not eat