07-14-2017, 04:07 PM
Ellyse
I know some things that you don't; I've done things that you won't
there's nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home
there's nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home
When he draws her nearer with the strength of his neck, she does not resist – curling up easily against the broadness of his chest - he is gaunt, but there is still thick muscle woven beneath his skin where his chest plate lay. Tucking her chin closer to her own, she is quiet for a long moment, listening to the heavy thrumming of his heartbeat as it fuses with the dull roar of the tumultuous sea. The sunlight is heavy over the slope of her own spine, boring into her flesh and seeping between the small gaps that lay between her ivory feathers, warming the hollow bone beneath – but its warmth shies in comparison to the heat of his body pressed against her own, or the fire it stoked within her.
She cannot stay there forever, though – she cannot hide away, try as she might. She had never been the type to, and though she had grown and changed so much over time, there was still a streak of stubbornness beneath the surface – along with the warrior, the fighter, and she could not let anything stand in her way. She has moved away from him now, with no friction but the touch of his shoulder against her own, as the golden flecks of her hazel eyes meet with his.
Gently, her lips brush across the scarring that lay across his cheek, feeling the ridges of old skin with new. She yearns to brush away his self-doubt, his uncertainty, but she is the one who had stirred it within him, as her own emotions and ambiguity had draped over him as heavily as the thick humidity lingering in the gentle breeze. Of course it meant something to me, he says, and she cannot suppress the uptick of a smile tugging the corner of her pale mouth up, as her gaze searches the masculine features of his face, seeking his truth.
I’m not that kind of man, oh, but she had heard that before!
Such irony that it would come from someone so close and so dear to both of their hearts –
But Ledger was not Magnus – he had a darkness lingering in his broken heart, but he did not carry the same burden, he did not bear the weight of his own self-loathing as much as he carried a torch for the pain and anguish that his life experience had brought to him. Two entirely different souls, with little else but a thin tendril of blood to keep them connected – and though she knew one was carved from the other, that seemed to be where their similarities ended.
Ledger had searched for her, he had found her –
And Magnus had let her go.
More than once.
”No, no – of course not,” she murmurs finally, touching her mouth to the curve of his jaw to smooth out the doubt simmering beneath. ”but we both know where my judgment has led me before.”
It had been so, so deeply flawed where her heart was concerned -
And then his lips are pressed against her cheek, with a murmur reverberating across her skin. Tell me what’s wrong, and then, if I’m causing you ..
But she does not let him finish, not without pressing several soft kisses to his throat, tasting the salty sea lingering on his golden skin from his journey from the mainland. ”It isn’t you, Ledger – there aren’t enough words to say how happy I am to see you, that you’ve come,” she murmurs, and her voice fades into a whisper. ”but what can I give you? I’ve got nothing but some pieces of a mending heart.” She is laughing, then, but it is a bitter laugh, as the life inside of her stirs again, reminding her that any semblance of happiness she should feel upon seeing him is only to be left tattered and torn by the revelation she had yet to share.
”I am so, so happy to see you, but there is something you should know.”
Something that might make you want to turn around and go.
She cannot stay there forever, though – she cannot hide away, try as she might. She had never been the type to, and though she had grown and changed so much over time, there was still a streak of stubbornness beneath the surface – along with the warrior, the fighter, and she could not let anything stand in her way. She has moved away from him now, with no friction but the touch of his shoulder against her own, as the golden flecks of her hazel eyes meet with his.
Gently, her lips brush across the scarring that lay across his cheek, feeling the ridges of old skin with new. She yearns to brush away his self-doubt, his uncertainty, but she is the one who had stirred it within him, as her own emotions and ambiguity had draped over him as heavily as the thick humidity lingering in the gentle breeze. Of course it meant something to me, he says, and she cannot suppress the uptick of a smile tugging the corner of her pale mouth up, as her gaze searches the masculine features of his face, seeking his truth.
I’m not that kind of man, oh, but she had heard that before!
Such irony that it would come from someone so close and so dear to both of their hearts –
But Ledger was not Magnus – he had a darkness lingering in his broken heart, but he did not carry the same burden, he did not bear the weight of his own self-loathing as much as he carried a torch for the pain and anguish that his life experience had brought to him. Two entirely different souls, with little else but a thin tendril of blood to keep them connected – and though she knew one was carved from the other, that seemed to be where their similarities ended.
Ledger had searched for her, he had found her –
And Magnus had let her go.
More than once.
”No, no – of course not,” she murmurs finally, touching her mouth to the curve of his jaw to smooth out the doubt simmering beneath. ”but we both know where my judgment has led me before.”
It had been so, so deeply flawed where her heart was concerned -
And then his lips are pressed against her cheek, with a murmur reverberating across her skin. Tell me what’s wrong, and then, if I’m causing you ..
But she does not let him finish, not without pressing several soft kisses to his throat, tasting the salty sea lingering on his golden skin from his journey from the mainland. ”It isn’t you, Ledger – there aren’t enough words to say how happy I am to see you, that you’ve come,” she murmurs, and her voice fades into a whisper. ”but what can I give you? I’ve got nothing but some pieces of a mending heart.” She is laughing, then, but it is a bitter laugh, as the life inside of her stirs again, reminding her that any semblance of happiness she should feel upon seeing him is only to be left tattered and torn by the revelation she had yet to share.
”I am so, so happy to see you, but there is something you should know.”
Something that might make you want to turn around and go.
head of war of tephra
daughter of elysium & speck
daughter of elysium & speck
@[Ledger]