06-15-2017, 02:42 AM
Ellyse
I'm the only one who will walk across a fire for you.
it's only fear that makes you run, the demons that you're hiding from.
And though her heart is but a broken, aching thing, her resolve is unwavering – and while wounded and wrought with disappointment, she could not fault Magnus for his disappearance. He was so often a pillar of strength, a beacon of hope – a once unfaltering, resolute force to be reckoned with, but no one is without flaw – and no one is impervious to heartache. He had lived more lifetimes that he had ever hoped he would; he had lost so much more than he ever feared he might – and though he had a vast, open heart, and a sincerity buried in the tender marrow of his bones, the weight of his demons were often too much for him to bear.It would be wholly inaccurate to assume that he had simply moved on without the ones he had loved in the many months, years, even decades that had come and gone – his capacity for affection, for compassion, and for companionship knew no bounds, but even so, there was a deeper, much darker part of him that always longed for something else, for a different time. A different place.
A chasm had opened within his heart; a void that could not be filled – and though the blood within his veins churned seamlessly and rhythmically through his veins, so did the dread of waking beneath the pale light of dawn, still lingering in the shadow of what had once been and what no longer was.
She longed for his company – for his steady drive, for his comforting voice, and tender touch – but her time with him had been fleeting. He was an enigma; mysterious, broken, vulnerable, yet still intangible. Untouchable. Her love for him had been steadfast and true, but it had not been enough to make him stay – it had not been enough to keep the demons at bay.
Nothing had been the same for him, either. The world had shifted and changed before his very eyes, and everything he had ever known in any lifetime had been taken away from him, torn from his clutches, and he was left with little else but the memories of yesteryear. He had looked for those he had lost, to little avail. It had been hard on him, emotionally, physically – but she had been too selfish to see it; too self-centered to look beyond her own frustration and see the broken, fragmented thing that he was, longing for children she would never meet, pining for lovers he would never see again, grieving the loss of so many.
She had been foolish in loving him, but she would not have done it any differently.
Alas, these are but a small piece of an otherworldly puzzle, festering with complexity, sorrow, and anguish. Before her, there is the shadow of a man, his own features contorted into indiscernible emotion – his own single, searching eye roving over her, tracing the gentle slope of her spine, the plumage tucked against the curve of her side, and the plane of her facial features, feminine and yet hardened with her own wretched loneliness.
She knew it all too well, and he, too, seemed to be suffering.
”You look familiar to me, somehow – I would like to be of assistance, if you’ll let me,” she says quietly, her voice barely rising above the rustling of the vegetation as the grain sways to and fro against the length of her golden legs. ”you never know what you might find. My name is Ellyse.”
when all your promises are gone, I'm the only one.