Her eyes could be his undoing.
The honesty in them is soul-crushing and he doubts she has ever lied or hurt anyone in her short life. Unlike him. He’s not so innocent and not so very nice a lot of the time. It makes him wonder how it is he’s managed to stumble across her in the snow and not someone more darker to match his usual mood. Stranger still that he’s not in one of his usual petulant moods either but she’s like a breath of fresh air blown across his face and he finds her entirely too refreshing. Even at this age.
“Not at all!”
He’s quick to reply because the more time spent in her company, the happier he seems to be. She’s a strange balm to his soul that he never thought he’d find outside his dreams. Plus the fact that she could divine his future is rather intriguing enough to make anyone, especially him!, stay that much longer. He freezes at the first touch of her velvety muzzle to his skin, so unexpected! There is a churn of feeling in him that he cannot explain but he holds himself very still as her mouth climbs up to his crest.
Abysm misses the feel of her muzzle on him the moment it is gone as she’s mumbling and pulling away. There is a prick of pain that he had not counted on either from the pale tip of her horn as it sliced him with an ease he hadn’t time to prepare for. He can feel the droplet of blood squeeze out and leave him, but it seems such a small price to pay for what she is about to do for him. Which is momentous in and of itself! No one has ever been so selfless in using their gift for the greater good, or so he hopes it is for the greater good and that she does not see anything horrible about him.
He has not so very nice thoughts at time.
Creatures spawned of the abyss do not know niceness very much.
But he keeps himself very still even though he longs to call her name because the look on her face is one that scares him. Sibyl is there but not there. He can see her breathe and knows that she is very much alive but she is so still, so absent. She’s gone to a place he cannot follow and he hates the way that makes him feel all of a sudden. These visions must be the cousins to dreams but for all that he can manipulate dreams, he cannot manipulate or join her in this vision that takes her away from herself. Absym can only wait and he hates it.
Enough time has been spent to make him wonder about touching her or talking to her to disrupt whatever it is that she sees. It concerns him but just as he is about to act rather than think, she is stumbling backwards a step and he is instantly thinking only of her. The tears stop him dead before he can even ask if she’s okay. Surely those tears aren’t for him?! Concern and confusion war with one another on his face as her statement stops his heart for the space of a beat or two. He is stunned, to be sure. Stunned right into inaction and stillness again. It’s a moment before he’s even certain he’s still breathing.
You’re leaving.
He has a thousand questions that he wants to ask her but his mouth is mute. Abysm can only take a step forward and close that cold gap between them as his face finds hers and their cheeks rub together. “Do I ever come back?” is all that he manages to ask her because for the first time, he’s afraid to hear the answer. He’s always been afraid of going back, or of getting trapped. Part of him wants to probe further to find out what exactly she saw but the tears in her eyes just won’t let him. He doesn’t want to see Sibyl cry anymore so he just shuts up and figures it’s the smart thing to do.
@[Sibyl] it's perfect! i almost thought of ending this here but... i kinda don't want to lol.
i would do anything for love,
but i won’t do that