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WORSHIP

She is more merciful than he deserves, touching him so sweetly that it could take him to his knees if he let it. And how terribly he wants to lay his weary head to rest against her chest and let her heartbeat lull him to sleep. Surely such a sound could stave off the nightmares.

(One day he will learn that his sister is responsible, in part, for his troubled sleep. He will not fault her for it, but it will make him think differently of the dreams. Maybe someday he will think differently of ruin.)

She touches him but he cannot bring himself to touch her back.

Surely to touch her would be to spoil her. He has no right to sully her, to dirty her with his fiendish mouth.

It is all right to be afraid. And he is afraid. So desperately afraid. And it is different to be afraid when she gives him permission to be. He looks at her with such a plaintive expression now. He does not know what it means to hear her say that she is not afraid. Not afraid of him? Of the things he fears he might be capable of?

He swallows thickly.

“I think it is time for me to go,” he whispers. How it pains him to have to say it! “But I will find you again, Stellaria,” he vows, solemn. “I swear I will.” Still, he does not touch her, only nods, leaves her with this promise. Looks back only once as he turns to make the long journey back to Tephra. 

 

you were the boat that breached in the tale of conrad
oh, i loved you with the good and the careless of me
but it all goes bad

@[Stellaria]