11-08-2016, 05:40 PM
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
”We all lost a great part of ourselves,” he murmurs after her explanation of the sun, of the warmth that once enveloped her at all hours and ignited her soul. The wisps of her soul that clutched tightly to the light have been tattered and destroyed. She, much like Tiphon, is lost and senses that emptiness. He looks at her apologetically, as if this is all his fault, but he knows that he had no say or power in Beqanna’s uprising. It happened and they have no option but to adapt. ”Life goes on. I’m sure there is something for you to focus on such as the fact that you are still here, still alive.” Lives must have been lost in the disaster because the world seems to be lacking in some way, but he could be wrong.
Despite the sorrow – the pain – coursing through him, Tiphon still tries to reassure her (and himself). His heart is aching, his eye longing when he peers up to the gray clouds looming above. That’s where he so often ventured with wings so magnificent that he hardly exerted energy to soar. These replacements (here, he peers back at them with a drooping frown) are meek and nothing in comparison to what he once had, what he needs. They provide him transport, but not enjoyment. They are an ongoing tease of what he used to be.
”Everything.” he flatly repeats after her while taking a single step forward. They are near enough to touch, but he doesn’t yet reach for her skin or pull her into an embrace. The opportunity is taken to allow her digestion of the information. Every word he says, every truth of Beqanna, are knives burying deeper into her flesh. The news is ripping her heart from her chest and choking her with emotion. All he can do is watch and wish he could mend her pain, but her life and her memories were invested in the lands Beqanna lost. Everything she has ever known is gone. With a roll of his shoulders and a dropped expression he makes a placid offer, one that he places his own heart into. ”Come to Ischia with me,” it isn’t the Dale or the Falls or the Desert, but in a small way it’s a mixture of each. ”It’s an island north of here. It truly is beautiful there, a paradise with beaches, freshwater springs, and tropical forests.” A smile tries to spread across his golden lips, his gentle gaze finding hers. ”I was King of the Dale once, and though it may be gone, the memories are still with me just as those of your home are forever with you. We must move on and continue to live, to thrive.” It’s in this moment that he finally reaches forward and nudges her in comfort.
Despite the sorrow – the pain – coursing through him, Tiphon still tries to reassure her (and himself). His heart is aching, his eye longing when he peers up to the gray clouds looming above. That’s where he so often ventured with wings so magnificent that he hardly exerted energy to soar. These replacements (here, he peers back at them with a drooping frown) are meek and nothing in comparison to what he once had, what he needs. They provide him transport, but not enjoyment. They are an ongoing tease of what he used to be.
”Everything.” he flatly repeats after her while taking a single step forward. They are near enough to touch, but he doesn’t yet reach for her skin or pull her into an embrace. The opportunity is taken to allow her digestion of the information. Every word he says, every truth of Beqanna, are knives burying deeper into her flesh. The news is ripping her heart from her chest and choking her with emotion. All he can do is watch and wish he could mend her pain, but her life and her memories were invested in the lands Beqanna lost. Everything she has ever known is gone. With a roll of his shoulders and a dropped expression he makes a placid offer, one that he places his own heart into. ”Come to Ischia with me,” it isn’t the Dale or the Falls or the Desert, but in a small way it’s a mixture of each. ”It’s an island north of here. It truly is beautiful there, a paradise with beaches, freshwater springs, and tropical forests.” A smile tries to spread across his golden lips, his gentle gaze finding hers. ”I was King of the Dale once, and though it may be gone, the memories are still with me just as those of your home are forever with you. We must move on and continue to live, to thrive.” It’s in this moment that he finally reaches forward and nudges her in comfort.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION
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