04-21-2018, 07:24 PM
Hephaestus
His retreat wounds her. He can see it in the sudden panic that lights within the depths of her gaze. The fear gives him pause and he pauses mid-step, his perfectly formed hoof lingering in the air. Her promise to believe the truth of his words is quickly followed by a desperation within her voice. She wants him to stay and he is conflicted. He wants to stay, but he does not understand why she would want him. Tentatively, he steps forward his voice lost within the depths of his throat.
”I’m afraid I do not make for good company,” he admits suddenly sheepish.
No one had ever outwardly asked for his continued companionship. He’d grown accustomed to his spot upon the outskirts of life. An observer – never a participator. To have another being call for him to remain at their side, the feeling was completely new to him and the strength of it sent lightning bolts of shock through him. Still, her pleading gaze draws him closer to her.
Physical touch was, yet another, ever illusive aspect of his pitiful existence. Throughout his life he’d grown used to being treated as a creature infected with some contagion. It’d became all too easy for him to ignore the instinctive flinching away that many of the other younglings would perform whenever he drew near. Constantly he’d remind himself that they were wrong and, one day, he would find someone who desired to feel the warmth of him.
There was only one other that he’d been bold enough to reach out to. Deep within the recesses of his mind, he saw the kindness of her eyes as she looked past the heartbreaking reality of his face. From the moment he’d stumbled onto her sleeping in the clearing he’d felt a pull…a desire to be close to her. Angrily, he shook the memory of her from his mind. She was too good for him and he was better off in Tephra where he’d left her.
Erinys, however, had a soul whose beauty broke through the rays of her dim fate. The shine of her amber eyes, sparkled with a light that drew him from the slumber of his loneliness. Hardly without him realizing, he felt himself draw nearer to her. Though drawn by a force dissimilar to one he’d felt before, he couldn’t resist the pull any more than he’d been able to then. Afraid of frightening her, he hesitated before he reached the velvet of his lips and gently touched them to hers. The gesture was innocent and one he’d only experienced once before. It was a demonstration of solidarity, one he hoped would reach down into her as it had when it’d been performed upon him.
“I am glad to have met you, Erinys,” he whispered, his lips still only a breath away from the soft of her skin.
”I’m afraid I do not make for good company,” he admits suddenly sheepish.
No one had ever outwardly asked for his continued companionship. He’d grown accustomed to his spot upon the outskirts of life. An observer – never a participator. To have another being call for him to remain at their side, the feeling was completely new to him and the strength of it sent lightning bolts of shock through him. Still, her pleading gaze draws him closer to her.
Physical touch was, yet another, ever illusive aspect of his pitiful existence. Throughout his life he’d grown used to being treated as a creature infected with some contagion. It’d became all too easy for him to ignore the instinctive flinching away that many of the other younglings would perform whenever he drew near. Constantly he’d remind himself that they were wrong and, one day, he would find someone who desired to feel the warmth of him.
There was only one other that he’d been bold enough to reach out to. Deep within the recesses of his mind, he saw the kindness of her eyes as she looked past the heartbreaking reality of his face. From the moment he’d stumbled onto her sleeping in the clearing he’d felt a pull…a desire to be close to her. Angrily, he shook the memory of her from his mind. She was too good for him and he was better off in Tephra where he’d left her.
Erinys, however, had a soul whose beauty broke through the rays of her dim fate. The shine of her amber eyes, sparkled with a light that drew him from the slumber of his loneliness. Hardly without him realizing, he felt himself draw nearer to her. Though drawn by a force dissimilar to one he’d felt before, he couldn’t resist the pull any more than he’d been able to then. Afraid of frightening her, he hesitated before he reached the velvet of his lips and gently touched them to hers. The gesture was innocent and one he’d only experienced once before. It was a demonstration of solidarity, one he hoped would reach down into her as it had when it’d been performed upon him.
“I am glad to have met you, Erinys,” he whispered, his lips still only a breath away from the soft of her skin.
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