06-05-2018, 09:11 AM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight But it is not enough. He does not argue with her, however; perhaps this is something that he will always carry, coiled tightly into the beating of his heart, draped with guilt and forever heavy-laden across the stirrings of his chest. For now, and for her sake, he matches the warmth in her voice with a trickle of a smile on his cobalt lips. It would never be a distant memory - not for him, the bringer of her hopes and dreams and also the one to crush it in one fell swoop. The idea that perhaps it could be (for her, at least) brings some sort of comfort to the winged stallion, though the idea of comfort seems to be something he is unworthy of, and feels almost selfish for trying to find relief in it. Warrick’s brows crease together and he turns his face towards her, the smile fading as seriousness fades onto his mouth. “You could never lose me.” His confession is final and abrupt, a sharp snort exiting his nostrils. There is something to say for their relationship, despite it not being the one that Wound had dreamed of. There is a friendship that runs so deep and is bonded so strongly, that Warrick is not sure he could ever part ways with her. It is something even more than friendship, a true family bond that ties them together for all eternity. Warrick’s eyes close momentarily as he inhales, exhaling a rumbling sigh against the familiarity of her mahogany cheek. “Never,” he repeats. warrick |
credit to vel of adoxography.
@[wound]