06-15-2017, 05:34 PM
Somehow their rolls have been reversed. She had appeared from the woods, broken and sobbing – in desperate need of comfort. But he had given her nothing. He hadn’t even asked what had caused her tears.
She had asked for a friend and he had walked away. But she hadn't given up, she brought herself even closer to him, her touch lightly raining across his crest and shoulders of stone. She was comforting him.
She was untainted. She was good.
Her touch – the only medicine she knows how to give and she gives it freely. He continues to stare across the river, pretending not to notice the what he can’t stop thinking about. With every breath that passes, the slightest amount more of her is pressed against him.
His mask falls, and he closes his eyes. He gives in, only for a moment, savoring her warmth and her delicacy, as she sooths away the anger he nurtures. Briefly, he enjoys the feeling of enjoying something. Something other than the sight of his fires destruction.
He had burned the flesh of living creatures.
He had voices in his head.
Briefly, is long enough. He lifts his head then, rolling so that his four ivory limbs rest in the space between them, without touching her. His mismatched eyes seek her blues and he decides to wait before returning to his unattached norm. He had already dropped his guard with her, and she had repaid him with empathy.
“I’m Levi.” He says candidly. “Earlier… what was that, when you changed the way I saw your face?”
His voice is different from the rumble he had used earlier when speaking to her - It's more his own.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.