04-26-2019, 02:26 PM
She leans against him in the growing dark, curled into his side, into his gold with her eyes closed so softly and a smile easy on her lips. There are so many stories to tell him of all her children - of Argo and his broken, unhealable heart. Of Australis and her wander-spirit, of Nevi and Lieschel and the way they had come to love each other as more than just adopted siblings. It had never upset her the way it upset Offspring - they had never truly been just siblings, that connection had been deeper from the very first day Nevi had found her. She tells him of Levi and Lynx, of Eione, of how much she regretted the distance that had come between her and some of her children. Of how, sometimes, when the night is too dark and too quiet, and the stars hang above her so heavily, she wonders if she loved them well enough. If they know.
She even tells him of Wyck, and somehow that is harder, like a piece of brokeness lodged so deeply inside her heart that she isn’t sure what will cave in when she pulls it out to show him. But he is so kind and he holds her so close, traces the dapples along her shoulders and her hips and her belly with kisses that steady her.
They stay together through the night, sharing stories and the names of their children, of the ones they love and miss and worry for, and it is a strange, beautiful glimpse of a life she longs to have. Of the partner she has always ached for, a heart to trade halves with.
When the stars climb high and then start to fall away again, and the sky blushes pink somewhere far below the distant horizon, she can feel the soft weight of sleep climb into her limbs and draw her eyes peacefully closed as she settles down beside Magnus. There is no hint of uncertainty left in her heart now, no sign of the doubt or worry she had felt so poisoned by, there is only content and raw affection as she tucks up beneath his neck and falls asleep to the beautiful beat of his wild heart.
She even tells him of Wyck, and somehow that is harder, like a piece of brokeness lodged so deeply inside her heart that she isn’t sure what will cave in when she pulls it out to show him. But he is so kind and he holds her so close, traces the dapples along her shoulders and her hips and her belly with kisses that steady her.
They stay together through the night, sharing stories and the names of their children, of the ones they love and miss and worry for, and it is a strange, beautiful glimpse of a life she longs to have. Of the partner she has always ached for, a heart to trade halves with.
When the stars climb high and then start to fall away again, and the sky blushes pink somewhere far below the distant horizon, she can feel the soft weight of sleep climb into her limbs and draw her eyes peacefully closed as she settles down beside Magnus. There is no hint of uncertainty left in her heart now, no sign of the doubt or worry she had felt so poisoned by, there is only content and raw affection as she tucks up beneath his neck and falls asleep to the beautiful beat of his wild heart.