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i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Ophanim - 03-26-2019 Ophanim He lands somewhat gracefully, wobbling as he comes skidding to a halt with his gold and white wings splayed out to keep his balance. The spring rains have grounded him for now but he gives his head a little shake, sending droplets flying from his mess of a forelock. His laughter spills from his lips like a bubbling spring. The angel boy blinks the rain from his eyelashes so his golden eyes can scan Loess with the faintest hint of a smile still lounging across his face. Slowly, his wings fold over his sides and the numerous glowing eyes hide themselves within the feathers once more. Ophanim would like to believe that his disappearance was simply owed to his irresponsible youth. He’d like to smile and lie but there is something in the pit of his stomach that knows he’s made a mistake. Or two. Or five. He can’t really remember at this point but autumn had been a blur of trying to scratch an itch that never seemed to be alleviated. One of them had eyes shaped just like Starsin’s while another touched his neck as she did. Like he was something holy, some sliver of salvation to cling to while the world continued to rock from side to side. They each offered up a little piece of themselves that felt like home, like his lover, and he immersed himself gladly. But the blinding mornings after painted his mistakes a sickly yellow. Gone was the needful stare or the bell-laughter. They were just strangers with a hunger like him. Each of them had used one another and then parted, perhaps never to see each other again. His heart guides him home to her despite his crimes, though, as it aches to anchor at the shoreline of her promises. The golden boy waits patiently as he idly paws at the fresh mud. He knows Starsin will realize he’s here one way or another. A little trail of blood trickles from his nose but he doesn’t seem to mind as it drips off his lip and into the puddle beneath him. His symptoms have been light, with minimal coughing and only some aching in his joints after flying or running too far. RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Starsin - 03-27-2019 ![]() and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain. starsin it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted. RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Ophanim - 03-27-2019 Ophanim He doesn’t seem to mind the wait until she curls against his side, the demon playing house pet. Ophanim doesn’t even hesitate when he leans into her and trails his lips along her shoulder, up her neck, and finally along her slender jawline. She states the obvious and he laughs softly against the warmth of her skin. Being pressed so tight to her side spreads the same golden haze as when he first wakes up, that blissful place before he remembers all his troubles. He doesn’t even mind that she smells like other men or wonder just how long she had to be around them to carry their scent mingled with her own. “You don’t have to worry about me. It doesn’t hurt so bad. I feel better already just being around you, Starsin,” he whispers as he tries to ignore the narrowed suspicion in her eyes. Nevermind the others, nevermind the way he tried to fill the void while she was away again. He’s grown ravenous for her affections and laying awake at night wondering if he has to fall asleep alone again. At least when he vanished himself, he knew for certain there was no one seeking him out to fall asleep beneath his wing. Every second away from her left him feeling like all the life between his ribs had been hollowed out and left to dry. But he doesn’t admit any of this. He just nods in response to her question. “Sometimes I try to hold my breath until I’m with you again,” he says with a smile already sneaking across his lips. “I get dizzy a lot.” He coughs lightly and shifts his weight, freeing up enough room for his wing to spread over her and pull her close to him once more. The golden glow of the eyes tattooed across his wing make the stars across her skin shimmer even more brilliantly. Ophanim doesn’t seem to notice the bright fresh blood trickling from his nose while he grooms her mane carefully. “What about you? Did you miss me even a little?” Then he pauses, lips pressed into her mane and the golden lines running down his cheeks catching the sun just right. He watches her from the corner of his eye and tries to breathe softer as he strains to listen. His ear turns to catch anything she has to say as he mentally begs her to confess some ounce of adoration for him. Please, please just say something. His ego hinges on her approval, now and forever. RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Starsin - 03-29-2019 ![]() and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain. starsin it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted. RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Ophanim - 04-01-2019 Ophanim He didn’t mind that she kept her walls built too high to even consider trying to scale because nothing felt real whenever she was gone. Almost like a dream and yet just concrete enough to keep him somewhat grounded. With Starsin, though, he could feel his pulse thrumming in his veins and hear the rhythm of it in his ears. Her teasing tone gives him goosebumps and a brief ripple of hardened scales rise up from beneath his skin before they recoil in favor of smooth gold and white coat once more. Dramatic? Him? Never. He laughs softly even as her lips find his strong jawline and then drift to his chest. Is he warm enough for her? Is the down of his wings soft enough to comfort? These are things that normally never even find the surface of his thoughts and yet they seem to thrive in her presence. The fire within him crackles contently. I always miss you, my perfect angel boy. He feels a bit thankful that she can’t see the ridiculous smile spreading across his lips when she says it. The expression takes over his face to the point his eyes squint a little just to make room for the joy showing through him. Perfect. Always missed. And most importantly, hers. Ophanim leans his head down to rest his lips against the little space behind her ear. She smells different, like others, but this fact is entirely lost on him in this moment. He forgets the others and the mistakes and the troubles of before. He forgets the way his nose bleeds or the ache in his lungs. There is only her. There is only ever Starsin in his heart and in his mind. “Would you.. ever start a family with someone like me?” he asks suddenly, surprising even himself. But the words are already spoken and he can’t pull them back into his mouth. He swallows nervously and wonders if she hears the way his heart tha-thumps a little harder against his ribs. RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Starsin - 04-03-2019 ![]() and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain. starsin it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted. RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Ophanim - 04-16-2019 Ophanim He would burn for her. He would set nations heaving in torment if it meant another perfect smile would sculpt across her face. Ophanim is a gentle soul without a thread of cruelty to him, but for Starsin the whole of Beqanna would break beneath the shadow of his wings. The lives would be a fleeting nothing in his eyes compared to her, the sun of his existence. The world is ink black when she retreats from his touch save for the lightest weight of his wing across her perfectly sloped back. He wants to pull her back to him but he is not coarse or rough enough to demand such things from her. Instead, he merely watches her with his brows twisted into the shape of concern and fear. She did not want him. She did not want the perfect family he dreamed of. His prayers turn to ash while his heart collapses around them in sharp-edged fragments. Ophanim has no idea how to raise children even after Jenova took great care to raise him into a strong, independent man. He hasn’t the first clue what a father should be or act like. Even still, something in him wants to learn, wants to sow a perfect life for the two of them. Together. But then she speaks as the ugly eclipse has passed. Her side finds his again and he realizes he has been holding his breath since she first spoke. Ophanim exhales suddenly and laughs, perhaps out of nerves or embarrassment at his own vulnerability. There is no sign of regret even in his deepest thoughts despite the way his cheeks burn. “If it makes you feel any better, I have no idea either. I think I’m always just diving face first into life,” he says with a light chuckle like honey and warm summer rays. “But living this way brought me to you so I’d say it’s working out pretty well for me so far.” And then he kisses the side of her neck as he finally begins to relax again. RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - meraxes - 04-17-2019 Hey, that guy looks like me. Meraxes stares, long and hard, his sharp vision taking in the gold-and-white figure off in the distance. He has wings, and a halo made of pure light shining around his head, but other than that the two of them could possibly be twins? Holy crap, is that his dad? His mother hadn’t described the man much – she is kinda boring and pretty much just pumps out kids anyways – but there is no doubt in young Mer’s mind that the dude he sees way over there must be his dad. His claws dig excitedly into the dirt beneath his hooves, and he giggles out loud as he kicks up into an excited lope. Of course his dad looks so much cooler than him, it only makes sense! His mom could shift into most any animal she sees fit, but it had been a mystery to the kid about where his cool abilities came from; they definitely weren’t from her. She doesn’t have talons, or sharp vision, or – get this – firebreathing! He doesn’t really know how to control it yet, but it’s still really cool! He just knows that he’s going to grow up and all of the ladies will be falling over the little dragonling, begging for a touch of his fire. He skids to a halt about ten feet away from them, loudly exclaiming, “Hi!” The stallion has a little bit of a nosebleed and the two of them are standing a little too close for Mer’s comfort. “I’m Meraxes, what’s your name?” He’s mostly addressing the man he thinks is his dad, but he grins broadly at the celestial woman as well, his icy blue reptilian eyes gleaming happily as he innocently ruins their happy reunion. Suddenly he gasps, then raises a clawed foot excitedly. “Look at this cool thing I can do!” he tells them, then brings his claws down upon his opposite foreleg. He grimaces in pain, but it is only brief as the flesh almost instantaneously knits itself back together, and he giggles happily as he gauges their expressions. @[Starsin] @[Ophanim] :| RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Starsin - 04-17-2019 ![]() and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain. starsin it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted. RE: i think your love would be too much, starsin. - Ophanim - 04-21-2019 Ophanim He opens his mouth to tell her she’s been the furthest thing from a curse but a small child comes toddling up to them before he has the chance. Ophanim turns his gold and white head to look at the boy, the same colors splashed across his tiny face. Meraxes. The angel boy lowers his head to meet the boy’s eye level and curiously bumps his nose to the colt’s face. He watches with fascination as the boy shows off his talents, which initially terrify the new father until the wound seals itself shut once more. Then he’s a giggling child, all joy and an eager stare as he awaits their reactions. What the hell is this? Her voice is broken glass and a quickly building rage that makes him turn his head to meet her furious stare. His own mind is still trying to piece it all together but it’s all square peg, round hole for him. Why does Meraxes look like him? Jenova and Leilan don’t even look like him and even if they did, he highly doubts they would conceive a second child together. But then whose son is he? At long last, the pieces fall into place and his gut feels like its suddenly been twisted and knotted into a painful mess. Meraxes looks like one of those mistakes that Ophanim had struggled so hard to forget and yet the boy is standing before them now. He’s beautiful, like he always imagined his children would be, but staring at his small face is painful for him now. “My name.. is Ophanim. This is my wife, Starsin,” he says softly as he continues staring down at his small son. He swallows hard as he struggles to think of what else to say. “Do you.. need a home, Meraxes?” His blue eyes, terrified, turn to Starsin and suddenly those golden tear trails running down his cheeks seem to fit his expression. |