10-10-2015, 04:57 PM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
A soft sigh escapes him as she leans into his touched. He had missed this, such close camaraderie and friendship. It doesn’t matter that he had met her only a short time ago. That feeling of instant connection is undeniable, gladdening his heart while producing a sense of nostalgic sadness at the same time. He wishes this moment could last forever, that reality did not need to intrude on such a perfect snapshot of time.
But alas, nothing lasts forever. He knows this more than most. A quiet sadness touches his features at her next words, even as the small smile curves his lips. Yes, family is everything. His love for his family runs very deep, and the aching hollowness at the reminder of his parents is almost debilitating. He would give anything to bring them back here, to tell them one last time that he loves them, to hear them say the same to him. Just once more.
Family is everything. You are lucky to have them, and they to have you.
His words are entirely serious. It is unusual for him to have such a sober and meaningful conversation. He has always had a quick joke and ready laugh. But today, he thinks, today he is ready. He doesn’t wish to hide his pain any more. Nor should she have to hide hers.
Sometimes pain has no direction. It just is.
His words are soft, directed at himself as much as they are directed at her. He sees the brief shadow that crosses her features, and he wonders at that. But then, he reminds himself, she had just endured a terrible tragedy. Who wouldn’t have dark thoughts? He presses closer, ducking his head to brush his muzzle briefly against her. A silent offer of comfort.
She continues, telling him of her queen’s kidnapping. A frown touches his lips briefly as his eyes find hers. Who would be so bold as to kidnap another kingdom’s ruler? Surely that would mean war, for even if they are small, the Gates must have allies.
But now is not the time to discuss the possibility of war. Instead he offers what comfort he may.
I’m so sorry. Were you close to her?
Even without knowing it, she gives him exactly what he had needed. The smile that touches her lips, the soft words that he must strain to here, her unwittingly reassuring touch, all of it soothes him in a way little else has been able to thus far. He smiles then, a genuine smile full of warmth and appreciation.
Me too.
His voice is nearly as soft as hers when he speaks, falling slowly away into silence on the repeat as he leans into her warmth.
Me too.
But alas, nothing lasts forever. He knows this more than most. A quiet sadness touches his features at her next words, even as the small smile curves his lips. Yes, family is everything. His love for his family runs very deep, and the aching hollowness at the reminder of his parents is almost debilitating. He would give anything to bring them back here, to tell them one last time that he loves them, to hear them say the same to him. Just once more.
Family is everything. You are lucky to have them, and they to have you.
His words are entirely serious. It is unusual for him to have such a sober and meaningful conversation. He has always had a quick joke and ready laugh. But today, he thinks, today he is ready. He doesn’t wish to hide his pain any more. Nor should she have to hide hers.
Sometimes pain has no direction. It just is.
His words are soft, directed at himself as much as they are directed at her. He sees the brief shadow that crosses her features, and he wonders at that. But then, he reminds himself, she had just endured a terrible tragedy. Who wouldn’t have dark thoughts? He presses closer, ducking his head to brush his muzzle briefly against her. A silent offer of comfort.
She continues, telling him of her queen’s kidnapping. A frown touches his lips briefly as his eyes find hers. Who would be so bold as to kidnap another kingdom’s ruler? Surely that would mean war, for even if they are small, the Gates must have allies.
But now is not the time to discuss the possibility of war. Instead he offers what comfort he may.
I’m so sorry. Were you close to her?
Even without knowing it, she gives him exactly what he had needed. The smile that touches her lips, the soft words that he must strain to here, her unwittingly reassuring touch, all of it soothes him in a way little else has been able to thus far. He smiles then, a genuine smile full of warmth and appreciation.
Me too.
His voice is nearly as soft as hers when he speaks, falling slowly away into silence on the repeat as he leans into her warmth.
Me too.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch