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Post by Lane Reese on Feb 10, 2016 11:48:17 GMT -7
and the grass is getting greener each day Lane smiled. It was a perfect day. A weekend twilight, leaving behind a pleasant warmth after the hot sun scorched the earth for the day. Golden sunlight shimmered down from between the leaves of the trees, making patterns on the grass. The darkening lilac and fuchsia sky was dotted with small, white clouds. There would be no rain. And, beside Lane sat Ash, which was the best part of all.
After he’d taken lemonade in her house, her parents had fallen in love with him. The next day, he’d shown up on her doorstep asking to see her. Ash quickly became his escape. Lane left the farm, and, with it, his problems. Everything was so different, being with Ash. He’d had friends before, but Ash was completely different. After that first day, Lane could feel himself falling head over heels for her.
He knew what some people would say - “you like a blind girl?” But she wasn’t some sort of bother. Ash could hold her own and more. She was fiercely independent, and Lane was completely convinced that there wasn’t a thing she couldn’t do. Lane had a complete admiration for her. Some people allowed their disabilities to become them. Especially with blindness, Lane couldn’t imagine functioning normally. She couldn’t see anything - that much, she’d told him. Lane hated it for her, despite her independence. Yes, she could live day to day, but there were so many things that she missed out on. Ash would never see her parents’ kind faces, the beautiful flowers she’d grown, or even herself. He thought about that a lot and he’d become determined to share with her as much as possible.
He looked down at her as a thought entered his head. ”Hey, I have an idea,” Lane said, standing up from his spot on her porch. ”Your parents wouldn’t mind if I took you on a walk, would they?” he asked, still ever so careful not to overstep the boundaries he’d created for himself. He knew that, to her, he probably seemed to formal about things, but, to him, that limit did not exist. Lane wanted to be positive that he did not put a single toe out of line. He would not ever be like his father in any way, and he’d make sure to prove that in every way possible. Words: 415 Tags:Ash Winslow
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2016 14:43:39 GMT -7
anything you can be, I can be greater sooner or later
Although she had been reluctant at first, Ash was really glad she had run into Lane and accepted his help that day. The more she got to know him, the more she found herself looking forward to spending time with him. She was worried she wouldn’t be able to find him again after that first day. She still didn’t know where he lived, after all. But he had wasted no time in returning to see her again the next day. He had been back to see her almost every day after that, and she had begun waiting by the door for him to stop by in order to head off her parents. They loved him, which of course was a good thing, but maybe they loved him a little too much. Although she wouldn’t admit it, she cared what Lane thought of her. She didn’t want her parents to smother him and scare him away. Besides, her mother was not very subtle when it came to feelings on the pair’s relationship. Her mother was perhaps more excited at the possibility of her daughter getting a boyfriend than Ash was. That’s how she found herself lounging on the porch, enjoying Lane’s company at the end of the day. She had to laugh a little when he asked her to walk with him. With Lane, it was never just an invitation. It was like he was asking permission to spend time with her. He was always so formal, sometimes too much so, but she knew he was just being careful. Besides, she had to admit it was pretty endearing. She sat up from where she had been leaning back on her elbows, saying, “Yeah, that sounds nice. And I’m sure they won’t mind.” She stood from her spot on the porch. “Just bring me back in one piece,” she teased. Ash liked to mess with him sometimes, but honestly she was really grateful to have him around. It was a nice change to have someone who was seemingly unaffected by her blindness. He had admitted eventually that she knew, so her pretense hadn’t lasted long. He had asked a few questions, and she had explained what it was like to an extent; but they didn’t really talk about it much, and she liked it much better that way. Sometimes it was hard to forget that she was different from everybody else, but being with Lane made it easy. He didn’t treat her like a blind girl. When she was with him, she just felt like a regular girl, spending time with someone she liked. And though she’d never tell, she did really like him. She figured she didn’t have much of a chance, though. What would people think, seeing Lane and Ash together? She didn’t want to be Lane’s charity case, and she figured he didn’t want that either. She would get over it, but for now, she just wanted to enjoy his company. She held her hand out to Lane. “Lead the way!”
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Post by Lane Reese on Feb 11, 2016 21:19:43 GMT -7
and the grass is getting greener each day When Ash stood up from the porch, Lane hesitated. Part of him wanted to go inside and get full disclosure from her parents that it would be all right to take her for a walk. Lane understood very clearly that her parents - especially her mother - worried for her immensely. Lane himself didn’t know how he’d ever react if one of his two younger siblings that he cared for was blind. He understood the concern, and he didn’t want to amplify it. But, at the same time, Lane did not want to treat Ash like she was precious cargo: easily breakable, and to be handled with great care. Lane bit his lip, looked inside, and then back at her. Ash’s hand extended out towards his. Lane took it, and then began to walk.
He chewed the inside of his lip for a moment, trying to gauge exactly how to hold her hand. Lane didn’t want to make a huge deal out of anything, but, then again, there were tiny knots in his stomach at the simple contact. Before, he’d never really held hands with a girl. Not one that he cared about so much, anyways. It made him think about things he’d never thought about before. Were his hands rough and calloused from the work? Freakishly large? Too strong? Lane nearly sighed at himself. He was being so silly.
”We’re turning right now, going up the hill,” Lane said to her as they reach the end of the road leading into her farm. He still wondered if his decision had been a good one. Already, his farm was slipping into sight. His father wouldn’t be home. His mother would be inside, laying in her bed. Jessa would be Snow knows where, and his two youngest siblings were having a sleepover with their cousins. Alone. Lane and Ash would be alone at his farm, and he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Before, he’d never mentioned anything about his family, but he got the sense that Ash knew. It wasn’t that it was some great secret - it wasn’t. Instead, it was just that every time Lane tried to speak, he couldn’t exhale the breaths he’d inhaled and always changed the topic quickly. Lane looked at Ash. ”So,” he said, ”This should be a new place for you.” Lane turned to walk up the road that led into his own farm. He could see the small grove of trees to the left. On the right, there were some small sheds, some for tools and things, others for animal feed. Beside them, the truck. But none of these places were his destination. Instead, he was heading to the stables just behind the groves.
The air was scented sweet with the smell of the wild honeysuckle that grew across the fencing of the farm, and it was still pleasantly cool, though the temperature still dropped along with the sun. Lane stopped in front of the stable door, and he didn’t want to drop her hand. The door was heavy, though, and it would the power of both arms to slide it open. ”Hope you were kidding about the horse allergy,” Lane joked as he dropped her hand, then moved forward to slide open the door. As it opened, he began to hear the various noises being made by the two horses in the stable. He wiped his hands on his jeans quickly, then went back to Ash. He tried not to blush as he slipped his hand back into hers.
He began to walk inside, keeping her closer than before. Lane was sure that, to her, horses must seem very scary. Large, unpredictable creatures were probably one of the few things that seemed daunting. Still, though, when she’d told him she’d never ridden, her words had stuck in his mind. Lane wanted her to be able to do anything, especially something as freeing as riding a horse. He stopped in front of the first stable and clicked his tongue. Immediately, the stallion inside turned to him. ”This,” Lane told her as the horse stuck its head out the opening of the door, ”is Mac.” Keeping her hand in his, he placed it on the head of the huge creature. He was massive, the offspring of one of the biggest draft horses in the District. ”Mac is taller than I am, and his fur is black, kind of like the night sky,” Lane explained, wanting to share as much with her as possible. ”Our other horse had him a few years ago. My dad wanted to sell him, but I raised him instead. So, I guess you could say he’s my horse,” Lane stumbled over the word “dad.” It wasn’t one that he’d said in months, but there it was, passing through his lips. Lane glanced down at Ash’s face, hoping to see some sort of reaction written across it. He so desperately hoped that she’d be happy. Words:860 Tags:Ash Winslow
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 19:56:40 GMT -7
anything you can be, I can be greater sooner or later
Ash couldn’t stop the small smile that crossed her lips when she felt Lane’s hand in hers. She had held hands with a lot of people in her life, but this felt different. Other people held her hand to lead her around, to show her where to go. This didn’t feel like Lane was holding her hand because he had to, but because he wanted to. At least, that’s what Ash told herself. She didn’t want to imagine this was anything other than what it was, but she still let her mind wander a bit. What if he really did care about her, and as more than just friends? Ash allowed herself just a moment to pretend, as they walked hand in hand, that they could be something more. They walked for a while in comfortable silence before they reached the end of the road that Ash was familiar with. She remembered her father taking her along when he worked on other farms when she was younger, but that had a been long time ago. Mostly the routes she knew were between her own home and the market. She knew there were neighboring farms all around them, of course, but she hadn’t a reason to go before today. When they neared the end of the road, Ash followed Lane up the hill as he told her where they were going. She appreciated him narrating their walk. She hated it when people just pulled her in the direction they wanted her to go. This way, she could just walk side by side with him. It felt normal.When Lane told her they were going to a new place, it confirmed her suspicions. They were going to the Reese Farm. “This is where you live?” she asked him. “I didn’t realize it was so close.” That would explain why he had been to see her so many times. They were practically neighbors, it was a miracle they hadn’t met until just recently. Turn right at the end of the road. Up the hill. She made note of the directions in her mind so she’d be able to find this place again. If he ever got tired of walking down to see her, perhaps she could pay him a visit sometime. She was a bit disappointed when they stopped and he let go of her hand, but from the creaking of the large door, she could already tell where they were. The familiar smell of the stable coming from inside confirmed what she had already guessed. She laughed when he mentioned her joke about horse allergies from a few days ago. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” she started to say, but the words stuck in her throat when he took her hand again. They were in close enough proximity to their destination that he didn’t have to. Again, this felt different from when Ash held other people’s hand. Maybe because she didn’t want him to stop. As he lead her into the barn, she heard the soft sounds of horses. He lifted her hand and she felt the horse’s coarse hair under her fingertips. She rubbed her hand over the horse’s head as she listened to Lane describing him in detail. “Hello there, Mac,” she said, smiling up at the animal. The horse was huge, bigger than any they had back on her own farm. She tried to piece together the creature in front of her from Lane’s description and from what her own senses were telling her. It was difficult to imagine an animal she had never seen before, but the fact that Lane was even taking the time to tell her what Mac looked like was significant. It wasn’t that people didn’t want to tell her things. They just forgot that she couldn’t see. Ash had learned that it was easy to take something as simple as colors for granted when you saw them every day. Lane always seemed aware of her shortcomings, though, telling her about the things around them. She hoped he didn’t see it as a burden, though. Seeing the world through his eyes was quickly becoming her favorite part of each day. Ash smiled at the idea of Lane raising his own horse. Her brothers each had their own horses as well, and they had spent countless hours training and riding them. She wasn’t allowed to ride (her mother feared she would fall and hurt herself), but she loved hearing their stories. “You must have spent a lot of time riding if he’s your horse,” Ash said, reached her hand up to pat Mac’s nose again. “I couldn’t imagine riding such a big horse. It must feel like flying.”
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Post by Lane Reese on Feb 20, 2016 21:22:05 GMT -7
and the grass is getting greener each day Lane smiled as he watched Ash pet the horse. He could tell by the way her hands slid across Mac’s face that she was mapping it out in her mind. He decided to supplement her touch. ”His eyes, his mane and his tale are the same color. He’s almost completely black except for the center of his face, which has a white streak. Sort of like a lightning bolt. It’s the first thing you see when you look at him, since the rest of him is so dark.” Lane was quiet for a moment. He always worried that he went too far at times with his description. The last thing he wanted to appear was as hyperaware of her disability. Instead, Lane’s motive was to keep her informed as possible - he simply wanted to share his world with her.
When she commented on riding, his smile widened into a grin. ”That’s an understatement,” before he’d met her, most of his free time was spent with Mac. If he wasn’t working or helping with his siblings, he was in the stables or out riding in the trees that surrounded the farm. ”It’s actually one of my favorite things to do. Everything else just… turns off. You don’t worry about anything, you’re just in the moment. I think that’s why I like it so much,” Often, Lane didn't discuss his life or his worries - they paled in comparison to what Ash faced each day. And, while he'd briefly explained his father's absence - simply that it was, none of the true details of it - and his mother's sickness, he'd chosen not to delve into his issues with Ash. Still, though, the words felt natural, and he didn't feel the nervousness or embarrassment that would have came with them had he said them to anyone else. Ash was different, because when he spoke to her, he felt like his most real self, the one that could talk about riding and unwinding from stress and childhood experiences.
He patted Mac’s side. He looked at Ash, and began to enter his coming question with caution. Lane knew that she was probably scared, and he didn’t want her to feel pressured to do something simply because it was “normal.” Still, the thought of wanting to provide for her the experience he loved the most trumped the fear he had. ”What,” he began slowly, ”If you didn’t have to imagine?” Admittedly, Mac was enormous, probably larger than a horse that a girl with sight would ride. But he’d raised the horse himself, and he trusted him to be reliable and safe - he’d even let his two younger siblings ride a time or two. ”Do you trust me?” he asked. Words:480 Tags:Ash Winslow
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2016 8:53:58 GMT -7
anything you can be, I can be greater sooner or later
It took Ash a moment to process Lane’s question, as she was still caught up in listening to his beautiful descriptions of the horse in front of her. What if she didn’t have to imagine? He couldn’t really be suggesting what she thought. She had lived sixteen years on a farm surrounded by horses and had never ridden one. Of course, she understood why the rules were in place. Her parents were just trying to protect her after all. She had stopped asking after a while, knowing it just wasn’t meant to be. As much as she tried to deny it, there were simply some things she just couldn’t do, and she had to accept that. And then she met Lane. He didn’t treat her any differently just because she couldn’t see. In fact, he made her feel more normal than anyone ever had, and riding horses was the most normal thing you could do in district ten. For the people who lived there, it was supposed to come as easily as breathing. Now, Lane was going to help her know what that felt like. She couldn’t believe he even had to ask if she trusted him. How could she not trust him after all that? “Of course I trust you,” she said, hesitating for a moment before taking his hand again. Maybe Lane was just being nice to her. Maybe he only saw her as a friend. But Ash knew what she felt for him, and she wasn’t about to miss out just because she was afraid of scaring him off. Besides, she had a feeling Lane didn’t scare easily. If he didn’t like her the same way, it would be a little awkward of course, but they’d get over it. Ash patted Mac’s neck with her free hand once more before turning back to Lane, swinging their hands lightly between them. “Okay, tell me what to do,”she said, grinning brightly. She was a little nervous about riding for the first time. Mac was a large horse, even someone who could see might be scared to ride him. For Ash, the prospect of falling and hitting the ground was the worst thing she could imagine. Not the pain, she was sure she could handle it. But she thrived on the map she had built in her head of the world around her. Being disoriented from the fall and not able to tell where anything was is what scared her the most. But she meant what she had said earlier. She did trust Lane. She knew he would keep her from being hurt. She couldn’t really be afraid with Lane standing next to her.
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Post by Lane Reese on May 28, 2016 19:29:13 GMT -7
and the grass is getting greener each day Lane’s stomach fluttered at the sheer certainty in Ash’s voice. It was like he’d asked the most obvious question possible. He was so massively flattered. He hadn’t known Ash for very long at all, but it felt like he’d known her for years and years. When Lane talked to her, it was completely freely. Beyond that, she was fascinating. Lane could easily spend days and days at a time just listening to her. The flutter felt like a weight in his stomach when she grabbed his hand. This time, it was not out of necessity. He squeezed it lightly, reassuringly. A stupidly wide smile spread across his face as she pet Mac, then swung their hands. It was completely adorable.
When she grinned, his heart fluttered and he felt a rush of heat. Lane was never forward and always trying to stay within his bounds, but he couldn’t help himself and spoke without thinking. ”You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, you know,” he said. Then he blushed furiously. ”Oh, er, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his spare hand. He bit his lip. ”Well, anyways, I’ll need to get him saddled up.” He decided to focus on the task at hand and hoped that the awkwardness would fade. His saddle, perfectly worn and shaped to his body, rested on the edge of the stable. It would be too small for both of them. Behind them against the wall, his father’s dusty saddle sat. It was much bigger, long enough for both of them. Besides, Ash was small and wouldn’t take up much space herself. He felt himself squeeze her hand one more time before letting go. ”I’m going to go grab that now,” he said, walking off faster than he typically would have so that he would be back sooner.
The saddle was heavier than he’d imagined, but he still got it back to Mac’s pen. He quickly undid the latch with a single hand, shifting the weight as he did so. Lane stepped into the pen beside his horse, lifting the saddle onto his back quickly. As he bent down to work the straps beneath Mac, he spoke. ”The pen’s open now. Once I’m done with these straps, he may start moving around. It’s okay, though, because he won’t come too close - we don’t get broken toes around here,” he joked. Lane was aware he was talking a bit more than usual. He hoped that Ash wouldn’t notice.
Lane stepped back as he finished the straps and found the bridle resting on a corner post. Just as he’d guessed, Mac moved forward. To his surprise, though, Mac walked up to Ash. Almost as if he could sense her lack of sight, he exhaled hard through his nose, alerting her of his presence. Lane smiled. ”I’d say he likes you,” he said, grinning at the two. He walked out of the stall, closing the gate behind him. Lane walked over to Ash and Mac, quickly sliding on the bridle.
He looked at her beside Mac, seeing that either the horse was bigger than he’d imagined, or that she was smaller. Perhaps even a combination of both. ”Okay, if you’re ready, we can start,” he said. ”Mac here’s all ready.” Lane glanced around, looking for a crate or some sort of box for her to stand on. On a second thought, he decided that he wouldn’t risk her falling. He glanced at her, then back at Mac. He’d have to lift her himself.
Words:664 Tags:Ash WinslowNotes: Sorry if I went overboard or wrote too many actions into this post. If it's too overwhelming, just let me know and I can change that for you. So happy to be writing these two again though!!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2016 20:15:24 GMT -7
anything you can be, I can be greater sooner or later
Ash’s smile only grew when Lane told her it was beautiful. She couldn’t see him, but she could tell he was blushing and probably embarrassed by the way he stammered after the compliment and quickly changed the subject. "You're not so bad yourself," she joked. With anyone else, she might feel uncomfortable blatantly flirting like this. But Lane was different. It wasn't weird with him. She liked to make him laugh, and she thought it was cute the way he got embarrassed when he gave compliments. And she wasn't sure, but she thought he might like her, too. The way he squeezed her hand before moving away to fetch the saddle off the wall wasn't lost on her. She wasn't terribly good at judging other people's feelings, but she thought she might be right this time. She listened to Lane as he explained everything he was doing. Ash stepped to the side of the pen, trying to stay out of the way as best as possible. Lane assured her the horse wouldn't hurt her, but she didn't want to take chances. The last thing they needed was an accident. She didn't want to explain to her parents what she had been doing if she got hurt. She heard the door to the pen creak open and the sound of buckles as Lane finished strapping the saddle onto Mac. As Lane had warned, she heard the horse take a few steps. However, she wasn't expecting him to be so close. She jumped slightly as she heard Mac directly in front of her. She laughed and placed a hand on his nose, realizing that he had come towards her after being saddled. "Well that's good, cause I like him too," she said, petting him before she heard Lane slip the bridle on. Finally the horse was ready, and Ash felt a mixture of nerves and excitement. She had spent her life memorizing every step, every inch of her property. The only way she had survived was by routine, learning to do the same thing the same way every time. That way she didn't need to see, it was all muscle memory. It had been a while since she had done something so new and if she was being honest, it was a little disorienting. But mostly, she just couldn't wait to see what all the fuss was about. She was probably the only person in the whole district who had never ridden a horse, and she was pleased to soon be able to check it off her bucket list. Her nerves got the better of her, though, when she realized Lane would have to help her onto the horse. What if she was wrong about his feelings towards her? They would be in pretty close quarters soon. She just didn't want it to be weird between them. She didn't have much time to think about it though. "I'm ready," she told him, grasping on to the horse's mane as she felt her feet leave the ground. She didn't want to admit how much she liked the feeling of his hands on her waist as he helped her up. Luckily, she didn't have too long to dwell on it and make things awkward again. She was too distracted by the feeling of being so high up, no stable ground belong her feet. It was thrilling and terrifying. She took a moment to catch her breath before addressing Lane again. "All right, your turn. Probably not a good idea to let the blind girl steer the horse," she said, waving him on. Tag: Lane Reese Words: 600 Notes: In which Ash has zero chill
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Post by Lane Reese on Jun 8, 2016 21:07:16 GMT -7
and the grass is getting greener each day After her signal, Lane came forward, putting his hands on Ash’s waist, lifting her up onto the saddle easily. He’d carried sacks of apples twice her weight before. He didn’t allow his hands to linger on her sides, though. Once she was steady, he withdrew them. Lane watched her carefully as she steadied herself. Ash looked very nervous, but he supposed that it was expected - she was four feet above the ground with nothing below her. He smiled as she caught her breath and turned. ”It’d really be interesting,” he said jokingly, laughing up at her. ”So, I’ll be stepping in the stirrup and swinging my leg over. I won’t knock you off, but hold to the back of the saddle until I’m on,” he instructed. He walked up to Mac, patting his neck before stepping into the stirrup and mounting in a single, fluid motion just as he’d done a million times before. Lane settled into the saddle, attempting to adjust to the new feel of the unfamiliar seat. ”You good?” he asked, turning his head sightly.
As he waited for her answer, he unwound the bridle from the horn. As he shifted, he realized that Ash probably needed more grounding. He adjusted himself again. ”So, uh, seeing as I’m the only thing in front of you, I’m available for support if you need that, which you definitely will.” He thought of the guys he’d seen riding with their girlfriends in front of them, between their legs. It wasn’t something he’d even thought of when offering the ride, and now he was afraid it’d be something of an embarrassment to her. Already, he could feel her right behind him, her legs against his, her chest near his back. Under them, Mac moved slightly and Lane’s hand flew backwards to steady Ash just in case. ”He’s just excited,” he told her, ”It’s better when he’s moving.” Lane reach forward, patting his neck, hoping the gesture calmed him. Silently, he hoped that Mac would make it an enjoyable time for Ash, because it had the potential to be an unforgettable experience. It was just his job to make it as fantastic as possible. Words:400 Tags:Ash Winslow
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 15:38:15 GMT -7
anything you can be, I can be greater sooner or later
Ash followed Lane’s instructions to the letter, moving back in the saddle to make room for him. She desperately wanted not to look like an idiot with him right in front her. “I’m great,” she said, grinning, trying to mask her nerves. Despite being from district ten, she had never ridden a horse in her life and was terrified of messing this up. Lane was clearly so comfortable around them. Here in the saddle, he was in his element, climbing up in front of her in one swift motion. This was really important to him, and Ash hated to think that she might not be able to do it, too. Lane didn’t seem concerned, though. He climbed in front of her with ease, explaining exactly what he was doing all the while. He told her she could hold onto him for support if she needed it, but she wasn’t so sure about that. Of course she liked him, but she had no idea what he was thinking. Besides, they were sitting close enough as it was. Ash wondered if he could feel her heart trying to pound of out her chest. She didn’t know if she it was nerves from being up so high or the fact that Lane was so close to her. It was probably a combination of the two, but either way it was embarrassing so she tried to get herself under control. “Don’t worry, I’ll be-” She was going to say ‘fine’, but she was cut off by the horse suddenly moving under her. She made a startled noise and grabbed onto Lane, arms wrapped all the way around him. She had been all confidence about her ability to ride a horse when her feet were safely planted on the ground. Yet up here, with no control over where she was or where she went, she was less sure. At least Lane was with her. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen, surely. If he said it was safe, then it would be. “If it’s better when he’s moving, then let’s get this show on the road,” she joked, trying to lighten up as she realized her arms were still locked tight around Lane. She loosened her grip a little, reminding herself that there was very little danger of her failing off. Objectively, she would be fine. Personally, she was scared out of her mind, but she didn’t need to let Lane know that. If everyone else could ride a horse just fine, so could she.
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Post by Lane Reese on Sept 15, 2016 13:45:31 GMT -7
and the grass is getting greener each day Even though his hand went back to steady Ash, Lane for a moment forgot that she couldn’t see the gesture. Just so, he tensed in surprise when he felt her arms wrap all around his body, something like a tight hug, except backwards, and on top of a horse. He’d never been this close to her, or to anyone, really. He’d never really worried about his appearance too much around her, because it wasn’t like she could see if he had a piece of hair at the front of his head that stuck straight up, or if he looked bad after a late night of work. Now, it was different, because, well, what she couldn’t see, she could feel. Lane was keenly aware of his posture as he adjusted the reins, scooting in the saddle. ”Well,” he said, turning his head over his shoulder, ”If you insist,” He smiled and turned back, pulling the reins into his hands. With one final moment of hesitation, Lane put his heels into Mac.
As if the horse knew that Ash was on board, he did not break straight into a gallop as he typically did. Instead, he started at a fair pace, only picking up speed slowly. Lane did not push him, not wanting to scare Ash. Even though it wasn’t his typical ride - him moving faster than he had in his whole life, letting Mac lead him wherever his hooves took him. Though it was more controlled, it still felt fantastic. Wind blew through his short hair and on his face, and he could feel the massive beating heart beneath him, and just a hint of a smaller one behind him. It was completely exhilarating, better than any time he had ridden by himself. ”What do you think?” Lane shouted back, his voice loud so it wouldn’t be lost in the wind, with a hint of laughter mixed in. Words: 350 Tags:Ash Winslow
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