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the love that remains - Halcyon - 01-23-2021 halcyon
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a wildfire on the inside A handful of months have passed since Halcyon had first noticed the gentle bulge of Titanya's barrel. Slowly it had become more prominent, something that drew his golden eyes each time she approached him from across the sands, but he had never outright asked. He simply hadn't wanted to know who had helped her to create the life harbored safely in her womb. And though his first inklings of her pregnancy had caused a cold, angry tightness in the pit of his own stomach, the stallion knew that jealousy and irritation were not his to behold.
The pair had never discussed exclusivity, and Halcyon had even encouraged the she-tiger to continue her explorations outside of Ischia. Ever the wanderer, the predator, he had not wanted to tie her down. He had even been fearful, at first, that the birth of their own twins would cause her to feel far too rooted in one place. But it would seem that she could wear those ropes and still weave more. “How are you feeling, love?” he asks her indifferently as his feline frame moves through the darkness and to her side by the small pond they'd first fished together. He growls low, the sound endearing as he can muster, as he curls at the pondside with her. Surely the birth of her child is close at hand, and though they are swathed in what feels like eternal darkness, he can sense the beginnings of change in her. “The children seem to be spending much of their time with Asena lately,” he muses quietly, realizing that their first birthday will soon come to pass, “though I worry about them in this darkness.” (i'm SO SORRY i've been so slow lately! have some hal words!) “” RE: the love that remains - Titanya - 01-24-2021 give my all to watch you fall @[Halcyon] RE: the love that remains - Halcyon - 01-30-2021 halcyon
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a wildfire on the inside It's easy to talk about their children; to worry for their safety, to feel pride in their accomplishments, and to reminesce about the time that has come and gone. As soon as he mentions them, Halcyon silently scolds himself for taking the easy way out of a difficult conversation. He knows Titanya will cling to his topic of choice; she is no more comfortable being vulnerable than he is asking her to be, and so their brief diluge into the twins' relationship with their cousin works as an easy buffer to the conversation they should be having.
He even finds it in him to chuckle under his breath, though his brief toothy grin lost in the darkness. “I agree,” he muses softly before another thought hits him, “I'm sure they'll be asking shortly to leave the island.” They had both inherited their mother's wanderlust, and for that he is thankful. While the man has loved his life in the tropics and is content with being tucked to bed each night by the same familiar sounds, he wants his children to see more. To experience more. He thinks to tell Titanya this, that he is pleased with how headstrong they are, but the silence has drawn on too long now and she has found the courage to breach the topic neither of them had wanted to discuss. At first, he stiffens. Taut with the desire to vacate this conversation, the feline clenches his sharp teeth and lets a long, slow exhale fall from his whiskered snout. But he stays, and his silence urges Titanya to continue with details he'd rather not hear. Easier, the whole situation is, when he has no context to play in his head over and over. I do not belong to you anymore than you belong to me. He has known this to be true, has used it as a mantra to settle his jealousy, and yet to hear the woman he loves say it aloud thrusts a sharp knife into his chest. His feline tail flicks with displeasure behind him, but Halcyon is otherwise silent until she is done. Until she offers to abandon the child, should he desire. “I will not make such a decision for you,” his words are sharp, barbed. “But I am not so cruel that I would have you abandon your child.” His eyes, hurt and narrowed, seek her out in the darkness, but there is only a faint silhouette for his gaze to settle upon. “I would raise the child as my own, should you have them live with us here.” He pauses, the faint beginnings of a low growl clicking in the back of his throat. “But I will not have it's father here.” “” RE: the love that remains - Titanya - 02-07-2021 give my all to watch you fall @[Halcyon] RE: the love that remains - Halcyon - 04-14-2021 halcyon
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a wildfire on the inside I don't know how to do this.
He can feel her sudden closeness and the unexpected chemistry, roiling now with tension, that remains rooted between them. Without meaning to, Halcyon holds his breath to see if she will close the space that lingers between them in the dark to plant her muzzle just under the ridge of his jaw. He waits for it, hopes for it, but it does not come and he finds himself feeling cold now in the dark despite the heat of the jungle. Nevertheless, he knows Titanya well enough to recognize her statement for what it is. A half-apology - tentative, because even he is unsure if there is anything for either of them to apologize for; an olive branch to defuse whatever tension she may be able to. He is familiar with her inability to be vulnerable, and comfortable, even, in his own hesitancy to ask her to be. But this leaves them at an impasse, and so without asking her to be vulnerable he makes his own wishes known - The child may stay. The father most certainly cannot. His lover's voice bursts again through the darkness, prompting the low click of a growl to reverberate deep in his throat. But the instinctive sound fades quickly, replaced by a quiet and exasperated sigh that fills the silence left by her declaration. His feline eyes turn to gaze at where he knows the water to be and takes a few silent moments before his voice finally reaches out to her again. This time, quieter. Gentler. “You would not be the Titanya I fell in love with if I asked you to change.” It's easier, here in the dark where neither of them can see the other's face, to voice whatever naïve hopes or ideas he houses inside his heart. “Titanya, let's just... be. Without commitment, and without sacrificing the wild parts of you. We can be ourselves and still love each other. To hell with conventional.” A wild idea for a usually tame man. But to have such an idea to hold onto, one that allows them both love and freedom, helps to dampen the fiery jealousy he had felt just minutes before. “” HELLO I'M STILL ALIVE <3 |