[private] then it turned into something repeating

[fenris]

you know, I think it was born of a feeling that I got when I left from your home

then it turned into something repeating and I couldn’t let it alone

She has always been the storm, but these days, she is even more volatile.

He can practically feel it crackling off her—the energy that simmers just below her skin like the promise of violence. Perhaps that is what has always drawn him to her. The shadows beneath that lovely face. The way that she could be soft and sad or murderous depending on the day. The thought that he might wake up with a knife to his throat any morning. It hadn’t always been that way, he knows. There had been a time when she had been sweet and kind, when she had been the victim of another’s storm.

Perhaps that is why she became the storm itself.

It is these kind of thoughts that he carries with him as he walks through the forest this day. These kind of thoughts that he mulls over, quietly content to try and pick apart their every interaction, her every mood. He would have thought that having the children together—and they are perfect, beautiful children—would have afforded them more stability in their relationship, but he feels as though it does the opposite.

He has never been less sure about where he stands with her.

Never more unsteady about the status of their relationship.

And yet he remains.

Quiet and brooding most days. Full of life when he entertains the twins. Today, he errs on the side of the former. He walks through the paths of twisting trees, the snow barely filtering down through the canopy. He misses Drakon’s heat as he moves further and further into the forest, but he finds that he doesn’t mind the winter that bites into his skin. It keeps him awake. Alert. Reminds him of what it feels to be alive.

And when he sees her on the path before him, he feels a different bite.

A different pain.

who’d have known that I’d ever be reeling simply from being on my own

oh, I craved and I craved and I craved and I craved to get back that feeling I’d known

@luster