07-31-2016, 09:18 PM
silence, like a cancer grows
His expression melds smoothly into one of incredulous disbelief; did his brother truly think him to be so daft? It was obvious to anyone with a set of functioning, observant eyes - the shared glances between the two, the gentle touches and wistful sighs that lingered on their breath. His nostrils flare gently as he exhales sharply, disdain expressive in his deep brown eyes. "Who hasn't noticed, Nevi? It's obvious," and he does not disguise his distaste for it. Perhaps it came from a lack of understanding the depth of Lieschel - she had kept away from him as if he'd been some sort of pariah, and he had not been blind to her distance. "anyone with a pair of eyes can see it." He pauses. And then, "I'm happy for you."
But I will not be a part of it.
The deeply rooted jealousy pangs once more at his feeble heart, but he pushes it away, burying it to the bottomless depths. He is not blind to the way the others' eyes linger on him - and though it pulls at his heartstrings, he cannot bear to meet his gaze, and he draws away from him, breaking the warmth of their skin-to-skin contact. The envy that festers so heavily within his aching heart grows with each day, but he cannot become victim to it. He is slave to nothing, to no one, least of not matters of the heart. There is much he is stripped off by his weak, fettering heart condition, but he will not allow himself to fall so easily. He knows that there is something beyond the horizon that calls to him. A life, and maybe a love as deep and as fulfilling as the loved shared by his mother and father. A love that is not shared with any other; two souls destined.
He would sooner lie alone than in the misery of playing second fiddle.
With each and every touch and gentle word, he recoils, drawing deeper into himself. Though Nevi's soft caresses and alluring touches had always soothed them, they did little else but anger him now - he saw the way his gaze fawned over her body, and he sees it now in the way he watches him. Quietly, but with resolution, his own dark gaze meets his, "No, thank you." He pauses to glance off, the gently wavering tendrils of black hair lapping at the slender lines of his neck with the icy breeze. "There will be no rest for the wicked tonight. I'm leaving," His eyes meet his once more, hardened again. "I think it's time for me to go. The cold is not for me, and I have grown tired of old rocks and dirty snow."
His lungs fill with frigid air as he inhales deeply, the burden of a deeply guarded secret lifted.
"I will see you soon, I am certain of it. I love you, Nevi. Take care, brother."
ARGO
the fragile ice prince.