12-08-2020, 03:15 PM
stifled the choice and the air in my lungs;
better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
They made an interesting pair at their first encounter… Two souls searching for different things and finding themselves woven together into a loose knot that offered a brief moment of relief. She had watched her family with detachment and he had felt the emptiness that dwells within her. He had fled his family with pleasure and she had felt the vitality that dwells within him. That knot had become unraveled in the years since their first meeting, but it had held on by a thread. The thread was found in her occasional thoughts of him and in his occasional feelings about her.
They are opposites — empty and full, thinking and feeling — and it draws them together.
Their differences pull them closer at an inopportune time in Tiercel’s day. The sound of another’s feet against stone and grass disturbs his inner peace, so he sends a fierce arrow of anger toward the stranger. He is beginning to let the emotion fester in her skin like an infection when her simple voice reaches his ears. Although he hasn’t seen Islas in years the quiet within her tune is familiar to him, a song that calls at the tide of emotions that roll within his body. As Tiercel pulls the anger away from her pale skin, his eyes open to find her face.
She looks older since the last time they met, and he expects he looks older as well. Time has added curves and muscle in a way that dares his eyes to follow their ebb and flow. Tiercel barely resists, only because he catches the way her face softens at the sight of him. While it is a subtle change, it lightens the purple of her eyes and adds femininity to the rocky edges of her face.
The rosy tendrils of happiness float between the pair of them and the emotion pulls the knot tighter. “Islas.” His tenor is smooth and warm, filled with all the emotion her voice lacks. Tiercel is pleased to see the white mare, but he is rather annoyed by their positioning — her standing over him and he turning his head up toward her. He isn’t willing to share that annoyance with Islas just yet, so he keeps it hidden while he climbs out of the saltwater pool.
His pale eyes search her ivory face for a moment as he allows himself to drip-dry for a moment. “You’re in Loess.” Tiercel doesn’t remember ever telling her about his childhood home, but he is grateful she is here nonetheless.
They are opposites — empty and full, thinking and feeling — and it draws them together.
Their differences pull them closer at an inopportune time in Tiercel’s day. The sound of another’s feet against stone and grass disturbs his inner peace, so he sends a fierce arrow of anger toward the stranger. He is beginning to let the emotion fester in her skin like an infection when her simple voice reaches his ears. Although he hasn’t seen Islas in years the quiet within her tune is familiar to him, a song that calls at the tide of emotions that roll within his body. As Tiercel pulls the anger away from her pale skin, his eyes open to find her face.
She looks older since the last time they met, and he expects he looks older as well. Time has added curves and muscle in a way that dares his eyes to follow their ebb and flow. Tiercel barely resists, only because he catches the way her face softens at the sight of him. While it is a subtle change, it lightens the purple of her eyes and adds femininity to the rocky edges of her face.
The rosy tendrils of happiness float between the pair of them and the emotion pulls the knot tighter. “Islas.” His tenor is smooth and warm, filled with all the emotion her voice lacks. Tiercel is pleased to see the white mare, but he is rather annoyed by their positioning — her standing over him and he turning his head up toward her. He isn’t willing to share that annoyance with Islas just yet, so he keeps it hidden while he climbs out of the saltwater pool.
His pale eyes search her ivory face for a moment as he allows himself to drip-dry for a moment. “You’re in Loess.” Tiercel doesn’t remember ever telling her about his childhood home, but he is grateful she is here nonetheless.
tiercel.
@[Islas]