04-29-2020, 03:30 PM
We're caught in the crossfire
of the war inside our soul
It’s comforting to see the innocence in Phosphor’s open, excited features. To know no shadows darken the corners of his heart like they do Shah’s. To see that, despite everything, he can still protect this one pure soul from the less kind things in life. For a little while at least.It still pains him that he had not been able to give that to Ion. To know that his absence is his fault.
With Phosphor at least, he had done something right. It is spoken so plainly in the gentle excitement in his eyes and unfettered exuberance of his spirit. It brings a smile to Shah’s lips and a lightness to his heart. For a moment, even a chuckle bubbles from his throat as his son gasps in shocked delight at the revelation of his acquaintance with a dragon.
“A fearsome one at that,” he replies teasingly, gaze warming as he lips gently at the tufts of Phosphor’s mane. Then his voice lowers, as though his next words contain a great secret. “ But I bet if you told him a great joke he’d forget to growl.”
Turning his gaze to Ilka, he presses his lips warmly against the curve of her cheek to hide his grin. Her words of encouragement, timed so perfectly in that uniquely beautiful way she has, bolster Phosphor in the wake of his uncertainty. Chest swelling at the sight, he allows them their moment before adding, “I think you have just the right amount of fluff for the job. What do you say?”
Shahrizai
