[mature] things we never thought we could be, adna

[adna]

ADNA

I wish I could take the hands of time and turn them in reverse
I'd take back every long goodbye with venom in my words

It is both comforting and unnerving to be standing here like this. She has stood like this with Ophanim both when she thought she loved him and when she knew they could never be anything more than friends; even when she had raged at him for his part in destroying Tephra and in the quiet aftermath. But there is something different in this moment, something different about this strange man and the vagabond spirit that seems to simmer just below the surface—whispering of long roads and long stretches of silence.

She swallows, feeling that discomfort itch between her shoulder blades and the vulnerability that follows, but she doesn’t move away. She just stills, only reacting when she feels his mouth against her back. Her skin twinges beneath it and then settles—like a stone being thrown into a lake and the ripples that follow.

What he says next cuts to the core of her and it takes everything in her to not crumble.

She had just imagined tearing this man open and now she bleeds for him.

Maybe she is unstable.

“Tell me something about you,” she whispers and her voice is nearly hoarse with the need to know anything about him—to pull back the curtain on him and let her heart devour the pieces that she finds. She needs to unlock the mystery of him, to lose herself in the shadows that creep over the angles of his face.

But she knows he is not the kind of man to give anything away for free.

She knows that much.

So she leaves her head where it hangs, her scaled cheek warm against his flesh.

“My name is Adna.”

the only way to being found is getting lost at first
but all I find are more bridges to burn