08-22-2019, 04:48 PM
OPHANIM
He doesn’t understand the storm beginning to turn within her family and he can’t pretend to. He has no bond between his brothers and sisters, and he certainly doesn’t share a lover with any of them. Ophanim steps closer when she begins to apologize and he realizes that this was certainly not how he expected things to go. Why on earth would she ever apologize to him when he left the knife in her back? All she had ever done was go along with his awful games and got herself a handful of heartache to show for it. Well, that and their children. At least they had beautiful twins together. (At this thought, Starsin’s heart thumps a little harder, but he assures it that no one could take its throne.)
“Adna, you don’t owe me any kind of apology. Whether she was right or not, I deserved everything she said,” he assures her as he bumps her cheek with his muzzle. His concern for her has changed shape now into sincere friendship, untainted by youthful lust as it was before. “What can I do to help? I’d rather not kill anyone but I owe you a great deal of debt, so I mean..”
He shrugs his shoulders, letting the gold splash across them catch the glow from his halo briefly. The angel boy follows her gaze off into the woods and he stares a while longer than she does. There are so many missing puzzle pieces but he’s afraid to dig too deep. What secret is she hiding that’s so terrible?
“Just tell me what’s happened and I’ll try to make things right.”
His blue eyes go soft as he watches her, wondering if she’s gotten herself into some kind of danger with the wrong people. Violence wasn’t in his nature, not really, but Rupture and Bela need her to be safe for their sake. Ophanim turns his body so their shoulders touch but he keeps his wings tucked over his back as he watches her a while longer. He has never really had friends beyond Starsin, he realizes, except maybe Adna. The others had all been one night stands and brief acquaintances. No one else seemed to stick around in his life but them.
“Adna, you don’t owe me any kind of apology. Whether she was right or not, I deserved everything she said,” he assures her as he bumps her cheek with his muzzle. His concern for her has changed shape now into sincere friendship, untainted by youthful lust as it was before. “What can I do to help? I’d rather not kill anyone but I owe you a great deal of debt, so I mean..”
He shrugs his shoulders, letting the gold splash across them catch the glow from his halo briefly. The angel boy follows her gaze off into the woods and he stares a while longer than she does. There are so many missing puzzle pieces but he’s afraid to dig too deep. What secret is she hiding that’s so terrible?
“Just tell me what’s happened and I’ll try to make things right.”
His blue eyes go soft as he watches her, wondering if she’s gotten herself into some kind of danger with the wrong people. Violence wasn’t in his nature, not really, but Rupture and Bela need her to be safe for their sake. Ophanim turns his body so their shoulders touch but he keeps his wings tucked over his back as he watches her a while longer. He has never really had friends beyond Starsin, he realizes, except maybe Adna. The others had all been one night stands and brief acquaintances. No one else seemed to stick around in his life but them.
you could drown in those eyes, i said.