04-22-2018, 07:53 PM
Hephaestus
Memory was a fickle companion. There were many times when it brought a sense of warmth and familiarity, and other times when it provided nothing but pain. He could see in her eyes, the pain that resided there. Loneliness had been the one true constant throughout his young life and he could see it there, nestled deep within her. In some ways, their spirits had entwined together, forming a bond that surpassed even his own understanding.
Immediately he regretted the instinctive reaction he’d had to her tender touch. Deep within the pits of her eyes a panic spills forth as her ears begin to swivel uncontrollable. He could feel it too, the heaviness that surrounded him as a million eyes belonging to forest stared down at them. Insects and bird sang their melancholy songs and he stepped forward to remedy the distance between them.
Her apology is stuttered and broken, her previous confidence vanquished by the unseen demons of her troubled past. Helplessly he watches as her eyes roll and her body begins to shake – fear gripping her from the inside. A strangled sound escapes her lips as she stumbles forward. Without a second though, he steps into her collapse, catching her by the width of his chest.
It doesn’t matter that they’d only met a breath ago. A small part of him feels as though he is seeing himself, the torment of an unlived childhood. Of unexplored potential – a life never lived. There are no words to express the empathy he felt. Instead, he’d done what she’d done and pressed his lips gently against hers.
There had been times, as a child, in the dark of the night that his soul had longed for the tender touch of his mother. He’d watched helplessly from his place on the outside as she would tenderly kiss away his baby sister’s tears and whisper… “Everything will be alright.”
Immediately he regretted the instinctive reaction he’d had to her tender touch. Deep within the pits of her eyes a panic spills forth as her ears begin to swivel uncontrollable. He could feel it too, the heaviness that surrounded him as a million eyes belonging to forest stared down at them. Insects and bird sang their melancholy songs and he stepped forward to remedy the distance between them.
Her apology is stuttered and broken, her previous confidence vanquished by the unseen demons of her troubled past. Helplessly he watches as her eyes roll and her body begins to shake – fear gripping her from the inside. A strangled sound escapes her lips as she stumbles forward. Without a second though, he steps into her collapse, catching her by the width of his chest.
It doesn’t matter that they’d only met a breath ago. A small part of him feels as though he is seeing himself, the torment of an unlived childhood. Of unexplored potential – a life never lived. There are no words to express the empathy he felt. Instead, he’d done what she’d done and pressed his lips gently against hers.
There had been times, as a child, in the dark of the night that his soul had longed for the tender touch of his mother. He’d watched helplessly from his place on the outside as she would tenderly kiss away his baby sister’s tears and whisper… “Everything will be alright.”
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[wound]