Fear is an old friend. They had lost touch as of lately but it would pop up now and then to remind him that he was still around. He knows what it’s like to fear for his life. Chernobyl’s voice cuts through his dreams with a hiss, quickly turning to a nightmare and making him feel like a newborn all over again. Tell anyone who you are and I’ll kill you. In the nightmare he runs, something he wasn’t able to do in reality. Chernobyl always catches him and he awakes in a cold sweat, panting. Maybe it’s a good thing he sleeps alone. That torment is long dead but the dead has a way of rising around here and he never truly feels safe. For he had told, he had found Magnus and told him who he was even if it was far too late. Someday it was going to catch up with him he figures. Someday he’s going to come back and remember his promise. As an adult, he shouldn’t have this fear. It’s unreasonable. But it lingers.
A voice, soft as a pin drop, calls him back from his dark thoughts. Eyelids slowly open as he raises his head and turns…. Seeing a mixture of beauty and monstrosity. The pregnant silence that follows comes from a sudden speechlessness. His mouth is dry and he can’t seem to form a sentence. Moonlight filters through her, a silvery pink translucent being with raw eyes. His gaze doesn’t linger for too long, the sight of what looks like her muscles making him a bit queasy. Her wings remind him of a boat that’s been lost at sea, found later with the sails torn and shredded. He can’t look away from them because there are parts sticking out, sparkling in the light.. Almost like.. ”Glass.” He whispers in awe and then quickly shuts his mouth, realizing his thoughts have slipped into the air.
Shame rushes through him, it wasn’t like him to be so rude. A thousand apologies line across his features, brown and gold meeting the raw and pink as he offers her a genuine smile. Now that he has met her gaze, he can see the sadness that resides there. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. It must be hard to look like that, he can only imagine what it must have been like. Seems to make his own hardships pale in comparison. Her voice slips through the silence, both ears having to swivel forward so he doesn’t miss the soft words. His heart is immediately touched by this simple act of kindness, worry for a stranger that she doesn’t know when she must carry the world on her own sheer shoulders. ”Yes.” The lie falls easy from his velvet lips, a lie he has told over and over again where it has just become habit. ”I’m Ledger…. Will you join me?”
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