back in the saddle [ben]

[storm]

YOU'VE BEEN ACTING AWFUL TOUGH LATELY
SMOKING A LOT OF CIGARETTES LATELY

Today was the day she finally came out of her protective bubble. She'd woken up early and as usual - sat around debating what she was going to do. 'course she knew the night before exactly what today's plan was. Riding. She'd been spending a lot of time around the sales pen for the past few months. Long story short, she finally caved a bought a plucky little bay connemara pony.

She couldn't deny her urge to get back into riding anymore. Storm had vowed to never ride after an incident several years ago. However, that view changed when she met a charming, southern man by the name of Benjamin Hadley. He'd coaxed her out of her defensive, protective shell and eased her pain. She couldn't help the smile that lit up her delicate face as she entered the barn. She hadn't seen him since their lovely little date visit at the zoo. That'd been what? Two weeks ago?

She shrugged it from her mind and pulled a scrunchie from her jean pocket. She grabbed her long dark hair and pulled it back into a sloppy ponytail as she neared her pony's stall. The gelding nickered a greet as she reached his stall and opened the door. She hooked him up to the cross ties and gave him a quick grooming before him up.

Within ten minutes they were out on Crossfire's lush, expansive trails. The warmth of the sun felt great on her flesh and she couldn't help but feel at peace. Today was going to be a nice, relaxing day.

done :3
woop woop! the hoe finally got 'erself a pony xD

[benhadley]

i've got a way with counting cards,

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The warm sun was high in the sky this afternoon, and Ben had intentions of not doing much today. Waking up late in the morning and dragging his hungover ass to the barn was a normal routine. It was cooler out than usual, but he felt no motivation to work both of his horses. Grabbing the older, broke paint gelding out of the field, it didn't take him long to tack him up and head out on the trails. Reins held loosely in one hand, a lit join in the other. Aviators sitting low on his eyes, blocking out most of the sunlight that gave him a headache.

He hated alcohol. But he loved it at the same time. Leading his gelding along easily along the trail, he trusted the gelding after having him for so long. Looking up, he noticed a rather large bay pony up ahead. Skip apparently did too, whinnying loudly at the other horse. Ben just shook his head and took another long drag from his joint, recognizing the figure he jogged the bigger quarter horse up beside Storm. “Fancy seein' you here, miss Storm,” he said, grinning at her behind his sun glasses. “It's been awhile, y'know?” He looked down at her pony. “Got yourself a new one?”

[/b] He asked, “cute. Fancy jumpin' pony, is it not?”
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RESERVED FOR-- ashley and storm C:
WORD COUNT-- idk // complete
NOTES-- LOL oh ben
CREDITS -- images/text banners etc all copyright to their respectful owners. C:

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