12-26-2020, 01:19 AM
He says that he just wants to be happy, and she tries to remember when she was last truly happy.
It was such a strange emotion to her, because while she never felt particularly unhappy, she cannot recall the last time she felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy, either.
Much like everything else, she feels as though her sense of happiness has been twisted and contorted into something else entirely; it doesn’t exist anymore, not in the normal way. There is simply the way that she feels when she is with one of them, and the way that she feels when she is alone. Atrox, the unexpected peace she had never thought she would find, the stalwart lighthouse that she is sure he never intended to become. He is her constant, the one that she will go home to, always. But Carnage – he fulfills an ache that never should have existed, created a piece of himself that fits inside a piece of her, and while some days she hates it, most days she knows she cannot be without it.
She supposes, then, that she is happy, or maybe she has just accepted this new version of it.
“You’ll find happiness again,” she tells him, her nose still lingering along his neck. “It might not look like what you were used to before, but it will be there.”
He asks her if she will be staying, and she shakes her head with a quiet laugh, “No,” she says. “I lived in Tephra a long time ago, but Hyaline is my home now. I just came to see my son and Wonder.” She presses the delicate curves of herself closer to him, curls into the warmth of him as if she has known him a lifetime, and promises, “It won’t be the last you see me, though. I’m easy to find.”
It was such a strange emotion to her, because while she never felt particularly unhappy, she cannot recall the last time she felt a surge of pure, unadulterated joy, either.
Much like everything else, she feels as though her sense of happiness has been twisted and contorted into something else entirely; it doesn’t exist anymore, not in the normal way. There is simply the way that she feels when she is with one of them, and the way that she feels when she is alone. Atrox, the unexpected peace she had never thought she would find, the stalwart lighthouse that she is sure he never intended to become. He is her constant, the one that she will go home to, always. But Carnage – he fulfills an ache that never should have existed, created a piece of himself that fits inside a piece of her, and while some days she hates it, most days she knows she cannot be without it.
She supposes, then, that she is happy, or maybe she has just accepted this new version of it.
“You’ll find happiness again,” she tells him, her nose still lingering along his neck. “It might not look like what you were used to before, but it will be there.”
He asks her if she will be staying, and she shakes her head with a quiet laugh, “No,” she says. “I lived in Tephra a long time ago, but Hyaline is my home now. I just came to see my son and Wonder.” She presses the delicate curves of herself closer to him, curls into the warmth of him as if she has known him a lifetime, and promises, “It won’t be the last you see me, though. I’m easy to find.”
R y A t A h
and you can aim for my heart, go for blood
but you would still miss me in your bones
but you would still miss me in your bones
@[Svedka]