i love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate
He is a blank slate for her to write upon. He has no history, his future still wholly undecided. She would fill the tablet of his mind with her teachings, and he would let her. He would let her because she is the most real, the most solid thing he has ever encountered. Because she has so much to teach him. Because she has so much he wishes to learn.
They work together, a symbiosis, he the plover bird to her crocodile. He would risk everything to stay near her, to feel her touch scrape against raw skin. He would learn from her and he would grow. He would become her star pupil, the child (though he had not sprung from her loins) that she had made truly hers. He wants this with a fervency that is entirely new to him.
He hears her name whispered against his skin. He would remember it always, like a brand burned into his flesh. It is a name to be uttered in reverence. Far more than he is capable of.
“Cordis.” Her name escapes his lips on a ragged breath, croaked past a throat parched from pain and wonder. And then she removes her touch. He hadn’t realized until that moment how much that simple, light pressure had been holding him upon his feet. He sags then, nearly falling to his knees as he should have before. A faint hint of relief echoes through him, followed even more strongly by a sense of loss. He almost doesn’t hear her speak then, as lost as he is in ragged emotions.
His dull gray eyes lift then, fastening upon her as though she is a raft and he a drowning man. A secret, she says. She wants to tell him a secret. And in that moment, he wants nothing so much as to hear it.
”Yes,” he says, his voice stronger now, though no less hoarse.
Raelynx
khaos x eyrie