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like an echo in the chambers of my chest; charlie - caledonia - 06-06-2020 there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony ’til I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries @[eucharist] RE: like an echo in the chambers of my chest; charlie - eucharist - 06-12-2020 let me die on your altar, sweet death in agony for you.
@[caledonia]
His mother tried to keep all her children close by after what happened to Prayer. She wouldn’t say it aloud, not when they were all still so young, but he had seen the images in her mind and heard the way she screamed in her memories. Watching her firstborn die like that had irreparably changed her. But now with his sister returned to her, she has allowed Eucharist to roam freely throughout Beqanna. It would be a lie to say he hasn’t thought of the blind girl from the meadow despite the way he tried to prune emotions from himself. He’d seen what love had done to his family and he wanted no part of it. And yet. And yet, he thought of her. He lifts his head from idle grazing when he hears someone call his name and he finds himself rather startled by the girl who speaks it. There is no blue-white stare gazing aimlessly back at him. Eucharist tells himself he’s gotten his hopes up, this couldn’t possibly be her. But he runs his fingers through her thoughts and his voice echoes through her mind. He takes a step back. There is so little he fears in a world that can do so little to harm him, but he cannot heal himself of the way his knees tremble near her. “Oh. It’s you,” he mumbles, trying to force a calm and collected smile onto his face. This normally works with everyone else but he is surprised at the way a nervous laugh tumbles from him. “What uh.. What brings you.. here?” He clears his throat and stares at her lips to avoid her eyes a little better. RE: like an echo in the chambers of my chest; charlie - caledonia - 06-13-2020 there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony ’til I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries @[eucharist] RE: like an echo in the chambers of my chest; charlie - eucharist - 06-23-2020 let me die on your altar, sweet death in agony for you.
@[caledonia]
His eyes flick upwards and he’s surprised by the depth of color in her stare, the mismatched irises staring back at him. She had been lovely with her cataract gaze before, but he is entirely unprepared for her now. Eucharist finds himself trapped in this endless silence between them, though his pulse thumps wildly in his ears. Then she finally moves. His knees are weaker than ever. The boy almost hates her for how strange and weak and small she makes him feel all at once. His wings mimic her shuffle as he steps closer. He wants so badly to despise her, but the way she wilts in her words breaks his heart in two. Step by step, he closes the gap between them until his lips hover over her cheek and she finishes speaking. The whole scene moves in a warped slow motion as he extends his neck, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before he can say anything to ruin this reunion – before he loses his nerve. Being gentle does not come easily to him but he manages to be tender in his kiss. Seconds tick, tick, tick by as he savors the feeling of their mouths pressed together before he finally takes a step back. Even he is shocked at his own bravery. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I don’t even.. know your name,” he mumbles, stepping further back from her now as his wings spread. Half of him wants to take off and fly straight back into the humid jungle of Tephra but the other half has tasted the awful way affection can cripple him so sweetly. His mind furiously flips between the two in endless cycles until finally he folds his wings once more, hiding the pale white freckles across his shoulders. “I just. I like being near you, but it makes me feel not at all like myself,” he explains with a voice that quakes. “I like when you bother me.” RE: like an echo in the chambers of my chest; charlie - caledonia - 06-25-2020 I have glass in my throat when I sing about what an almost love it could've been Caledonia @[eucharist] RE: like an echo in the chambers of my chest; charlie - eucharist - 07-01-2020 let me die on your altar, sweet death in agony for you.
@[caledonia]
He doesn’t understand why his heart commands him to kiss her. It makes no sense, given that it has remained entirely uninvolved in his life up to this point. But somehow, seeing Caledonia awakens all the emotions it keeps hoarded to itself and he has no idea how to dam the flood of affections pouring themselves over her. It nearly makes him dizzy the way it all comes swirling into his thoughts but he holds on enough to hear her when she says her name. “Caledonia,” he repeats, his tone wavering nervously. “I’m Eucharist, but you can call me Charlie. Everyone else does.” He forgets that she already knows his name and even spoke it to him just moments ago. But what has been said cannot be undone and so he turns his head to stare off at something - anything - else for a moment until he regathers his composure. He clears his throat and only spares her a glance when she asks her question. “I.. I guess I feel… more confident, for one thing,” he confesses, a quick laugh tumbling from him. “I feel in control, when I’m not near you. I’m beginning to wonder which is the real me, though.” And then he brings his gaze back to hers, his green eyes studying her curiously as he tries to pick apart why she makes him feel so different. He’s been around women before, certainly, and he supposes they could be called lovely in their own regard. But somehow she is entirely unique in her effect on him. Eucharist finds that he is unable to pick out a single thing he does not enjoy about her - the perfect white of her, the soft look of her eyes, the soft feathers of her beautiful wings. It all works in perfect harmony to destroy his defenses. “Do you have some kind of magic that makes me feel this way?” he asks finally, now scrambling for answers. RE: like an echo in the chambers of my chest; charlie - caledonia - 07-19-2020 I have glass in my throat when I sing about what an almost love it could've been Caledonia @[eucharist] RE: like an echo in the chambers of my chest; charlie - eucharist - 08-21-2020 let me die on your altar, sweet death in agony for you.
@[caledonia]
She doesn’t even blink when he makes a fool of himself and it puts him more at ease. Caledonia doesn’t seem to mind any bit of his nervous energy at all, in fact. His shoulders visibly relax, now, and he manages to meet her stare as their talks become more natural. He’s even surprised to hear a sheepish laugh as it comes tumbling from his lips when she mentions that she likes this uncertain version of him. The smile lingers there for a while, tucked into the corner of his lips as he watches her. “I guess it’s not that I don’t feel in control. I just.. say things I might not normally. I don’t open up a lot of the time,” he muses aloud, trying to pinpoint exactly what these feelings are. Eucharist gives a light nod when she explains that it isn’t any magic causing this uprising of his emotions. His bright green eyes stare in wonder as she changes into a small white bird. He didn’t know others could become soft, delicate things. Everyone in his family was usually scaled and armored, fortresses built to survive. It seems strange to see her become fragile instead. But his smile only widens as he steps closer to study her once more. “I can do a few things… Wanna see?” he asks, grinning as his confidence slowly finds its way back home to his heart. The flood of emotions continues but he has begun the first steps of finding that balance between control and vulnerability, delighted by how it makes him feel to show weakness to her. Gently, he skims her thoughts and finds the echoes of her embarrassment there. He tilts his head and wonders why she would feel that way. “You can make… lights?” he asks, eager to know more of her. |