11-02-2018, 11:20 PM
Agapi
She doesn’t know true fear, not really.
Agapi has never felt her heart slam up against her ribs, or known the hot prickle of sweat breaking free to slide down the curve of her neck. The truth is that Agapi has lived a pretty blessed life to this point, even now, as she stands in the meadow reeling from events that shook her like an earthquake — she is lucky. These were not things that would break her. They were not things that would leave her quaking in fields in front of child strangers, either.
But she recognizes fear in him.
He still wears his falter in the slick sheen of sweat that coats him, even as he asks her where she comes from. Agapi opens her mouth to ask him if he means originally, or just in this moment. Internally, she hopes that he means to ask her where she calls home. She isn’t willing to admit it, but talking about Nerine now would soothe her own nerves. Nerine is a beautiful place. She loves it, and as an added bonus she is fairly confident that he will too once he hears about the way the granite cliffs just fall out into the roaring ocean.
However, her hopes are dashed as he goes on to tell her about his nightmares. Agapi lets her shoulders fall a little in her own disgruntlement, but she had asked him if he was alright. Besides, she could relate, at least somewhat, though her own dreams these days tended to manifest themselves with themes of abandonment and not belonging — again, hardly things to break her.
“Who are you? I’m Knaught.”
“Knaught,” she repeats, sounding the name out across her tongue. She likes the way it sounds out loud, less exotic than her and Agave’s in a way that is uniquely refreshing.
“My name is Agapi,” she chirps, suddenly enthusiastic. She would tell him about Nerine anyways, she just needed to maneuver around the subject briefly.
“My home is in Nerine. Have you seen it before?”
Agapi has never felt her heart slam up against her ribs, or known the hot prickle of sweat breaking free to slide down the curve of her neck. The truth is that Agapi has lived a pretty blessed life to this point, even now, as she stands in the meadow reeling from events that shook her like an earthquake — she is lucky. These were not things that would break her. They were not things that would leave her quaking in fields in front of child strangers, either.
But she recognizes fear in him.
He still wears his falter in the slick sheen of sweat that coats him, even as he asks her where she comes from. Agapi opens her mouth to ask him if he means originally, or just in this moment. Internally, she hopes that he means to ask her where she calls home. She isn’t willing to admit it, but talking about Nerine now would soothe her own nerves. Nerine is a beautiful place. She loves it, and as an added bonus she is fairly confident that he will too once he hears about the way the granite cliffs just fall out into the roaring ocean.
However, her hopes are dashed as he goes on to tell her about his nightmares. Agapi lets her shoulders fall a little in her own disgruntlement, but she had asked him if he was alright. Besides, she could relate, at least somewhat, though her own dreams these days tended to manifest themselves with themes of abandonment and not belonging — again, hardly things to break her.
“Who are you? I’m Knaught.”
“Knaught,” she repeats, sounding the name out across her tongue. She likes the way it sounds out loud, less exotic than her and Agave’s in a way that is uniquely refreshing.
“My name is Agapi,” she chirps, suddenly enthusiastic. She would tell him about Nerine anyways, she just needed to maneuver around the subject briefly.
“My home is in Nerine. Have you seen it before?”
Seize The Moment
@[Knaught]