11-14-2021, 02:01 PM
Mazikeen
Though there is still space between them, Mazikeen can feel the heat in his voice and the dazzling, insane, incredible words he says to her on her skin like a touch. She nods, understanding his old fears and knowing she had felt a version of the same thing. Knowing she had hid behind anger and resentment for so long just to avoid even admitting what else there could have been.
Not now though. She doesn’t hide a single part of her, not from him.
If this is what comes with going soft, she cannot find it in her heart to mind at all.
The distance becomes too much. She steps forward, closing the gap between them again and letting his presence ground her like it’s been doing ever since she woke up in this new life and he was the first face she saw. Mazikeen doesn’t know if she would’ve been brave enough to say it first - it would have just been so easy to convince herself that this was one-sided and her feelings would just be a burden. Or even that maybe the feeling that shines through her when she’s with him is just the result of an exaggeration with her over-bright emotions. Or that she was just so afraid to be alone she would have fallen for anyone.
With her head pressed against him now, none of those fears get the chance to surface. This is real, this is enough. She believes in the gentle steadfastness of this moment, in the miracle that somehow they managed to find their way here. Mazikeen can’t say she is glad for everything that has happened to them because it led them here - there has been too much pain, there is too much still happening - she just knows that in this moment she’s happy they found their way here at all.
It is a different feeling than it was before. There’s no ticking clock, no looming threat, no promise to keep involving death.
Which somehow makes this more frightening.
But despite that, it is so easy to say (and mean) this string of words she once never would have allowed herself to think was possible. “I love you too, Firion.”
Not now though. She doesn’t hide a single part of her, not from him.
If this is what comes with going soft, she cannot find it in her heart to mind at all.
The distance becomes too much. She steps forward, closing the gap between them again and letting his presence ground her like it’s been doing ever since she woke up in this new life and he was the first face she saw. Mazikeen doesn’t know if she would’ve been brave enough to say it first - it would have just been so easy to convince herself that this was one-sided and her feelings would just be a burden. Or even that maybe the feeling that shines through her when she’s with him is just the result of an exaggeration with her over-bright emotions. Or that she was just so afraid to be alone she would have fallen for anyone.
With her head pressed against him now, none of those fears get the chance to surface. This is real, this is enough. She believes in the gentle steadfastness of this moment, in the miracle that somehow they managed to find their way here. Mazikeen can’t say she is glad for everything that has happened to them because it led them here - there has been too much pain, there is too much still happening - she just knows that in this moment she’s happy they found their way here at all.
It is a different feeling than it was before. There’s no ticking clock, no looming threat, no promise to keep involving death.
Which somehow makes this more frightening.
But despite that, it is so easy to say (and mean) this string of words she once never would have allowed herself to think was possible. “I love you too, Firion.”
@firion