10-21-2020, 01:00 PM
It stirs something mournful in his chest when she mentions the war. The war had been before his time, if only just barely. But he had been born from it all the same. He has never asked and his parents have never volunteered the information, but he and his sister had been fashioned by their magician mother to protect Tephra. Because it had been devastated by dragons and they had been formed in that image. Their mother’s dragons.
She has inched closer now, so close that her breath falls sweet across his shoulder. There is some unnatural heat to it, but he does not question it. He blames it instead on the frigid temperature of the air around them. He blames it on the way his heart leaps and spasms in his chest just to feel it. It floods him with a renewed warmth and it surprises him, how fiercely he wants to reach out and touch her. Especially with the weight in her words. He understands without having to ask that there is more to it than she lets on but he will not pry.
Instead, he reaches across the thin ribbon of space between them to touch her. Hesitantly at first, as if frightened that she will recoil. That his touch will send her skittering away, out of reach. And he lets out whatever breath he’d been holding, smiling gently at her mention of Hyaline. He thinks it an invitation, but only briefly entertains the idea.
He moves closer by fractions. Like he wants to siphon the heat from her to ward off the cold, even if he barely feels it at all now. “Will you tell me about it?” he asks, a murmur into the smooth skin of her shoulder. And he tilts his head without lifting his mouth to indicate that she has his undivided attention.
She has inched closer now, so close that her breath falls sweet across his shoulder. There is some unnatural heat to it, but he does not question it. He blames it instead on the frigid temperature of the air around them. He blames it on the way his heart leaps and spasms in his chest just to feel it. It floods him with a renewed warmth and it surprises him, how fiercely he wants to reach out and touch her. Especially with the weight in her words. He understands without having to ask that there is more to it than she lets on but he will not pry.
Instead, he reaches across the thin ribbon of space between them to touch her. Hesitantly at first, as if frightened that she will recoil. That his touch will send her skittering away, out of reach. And he lets out whatever breath he’d been holding, smiling gently at her mention of Hyaline. He thinks it an invitation, but only briefly entertains the idea.
He moves closer by fractions. Like he wants to siphon the heat from her to ward off the cold, even if he barely feels it at all now. “Will you tell me about it?” he asks, a murmur into the smooth skin of her shoulder. And he tilts his head without lifting his mouth to indicate that she has his undivided attention.
SAVIOR
you remind me who i was and who i want to be
you remind me that though not whole, i'm not empty
you remind me that though not whole, i'm not empty