08-17-2016, 09:22 PM
In a world with no tolerance,
We do what we shouldn’t have to
He had hoped she wouldn’t be startled by him. Every fiber of his being waited on bated breath, wanting so badly to be accepted and when she doesn’t turn him away, a deep sigh of relief runs through him. A reassuring wave settles across his body and his muscles all immediately relax. He smiles still, unable to frown when she peers up at him. Despite his heart wrenching in his chest (hold her, comfort her) Adriell stands motionless with his eyes hardly wavering. He listens closely and notices how she tries to hide it from him, but then her voice falters and a shadow of the truth tumbles reluctantly off her tongue. ”Yes, things change,” he admits and glances distantly toward the horizon while trying to firmly grasp what changes life has forced on him. It’s minute in comparison because he has simply followed the stars, wandering to wherever the wind guided him. First it was the Dale with his family but then he wandered astray and found himself in a void so far from where he wanted to be. Unlike Ygritte, he has never experienced true love nor even the blessings of fatherhood. In that respect she is above him, but it doesn’t stop him from reaching out to catch her as she falls peril to her woes.
”But it’s usually for the best,” he adds with hopefulness, ”because it means that there is something even better waiting for you.” With having her still at his side, still not shying away from him, he reaches over and delicately presses his muzzle against the curve of her shoulder. ”Things happen for a reason,” or so he often tells himself in hopes that it’s true. It gives him something to believe, something to look forward to when he is faced with obstacles. And so he tries to incite that in her and tries to kindle her hope and happiness. Where there is looming darkness in her heart he tries to be the light, the beacon. It’s all he can do but even then, he feels it’s not enough.
The confusion, the hurt, in her eyes draws him in but he can be no closer. He has already pulled his muzzle from her skin (he didn’t want to, but he doesn’t want to crowd her) and is trying to search her dark eyes for more, but he is fulfilled when she offers him her name. ”Ygritte,” he tastes it on his tongue and lifts his head fondly, ”I’m Adriell.”
picture copyright Yslen”But it’s usually for the best,” he adds with hopefulness, ”because it means that there is something even better waiting for you.” With having her still at his side, still not shying away from him, he reaches over and delicately presses his muzzle against the curve of her shoulder. ”Things happen for a reason,” or so he often tells himself in hopes that it’s true. It gives him something to believe, something to look forward to when he is faced with obstacles. And so he tries to incite that in her and tries to kindle her hope and happiness. Where there is looming darkness in her heart he tries to be the light, the beacon. It’s all he can do but even then, he feels it’s not enough.
The confusion, the hurt, in her eyes draws him in but he can be no closer. He has already pulled his muzzle from her skin (he didn’t want to, but he doesn’t want to crowd her) and is trying to search her dark eyes for more, but he is fulfilled when she offers him her name. ”Ygritte,” he tastes it on his tongue and lifts his head fondly, ”I’m Adriell.”
ADRIELL
And silently step to their dance