Ophanim
He feels different this morning, as the winter chill does its best to sink its teeth into him. His breath still leaves his lips in delicate white puffs of air but they linger a little longer in front of his face than yesterday. Ophanim finds himself easily distracted by this as he nearly goes cross-eyed staring at the spectacle. Childish, he laughs when he manages to blow a ring that grows and fades once it floats away from him.
He hasn’t even begun to notice that his entire body has become a luxurious golden color where it was peppered red before. Still, the sun catches on the gleaming hairs and paints him like a prince of dawn with a halo slowly turning like a flaming wheel behind his head. Did Jenova know that her son would be this beautiful when she brought him into this world? Did she know the universe shivers each time he laughs? Gregorian monks spend their entire lives trying to harmonize with a sound so divine. And yet, Ophanim hardly seems to notice he is anything different than those around him.
And yet, his world continues to orbit Starsin’s heart. Someday, someday they’ll collide into one another and consummate a perfect Armageddon together.
He finally lets his attention drift elsewhere as he searches the surroundings for his darling monster. (Of course, he believes she’s a queen in need of a crown, never a monster. Never at fault.) His bright blue eyes search for the soft glowing constellations of her body until at last he spots her in the distance. A kind of warmth he still doesn’t have a name for spreads over his chest like hot wax, dripping directly to his heart so that it thrums gladly against his ribs.
Ophanim hurries to her side as he always does, the white and gold wing eagerly folding over her to hold her tight to his side. The dragon fire keeps him warm like a hearth, which in turn spreads the comfort to her, but he doesn’t seem to notice still.
“It doesn’t get as cold here so I thought you might like it. We can keep searching for as long as you want, though.”
He smiles at her and the expression makes his eyes squint. Greedy, he touches his lips to her neck and breathes the scents of where they’ve been all tangled up in her mane. The boy doesn’t mention that he’ll settle down with her where ever she likes but he has a feeling she’s aware all the same. Home for him, after all, is anywhere by her side. He made his bed in the palm of her hand like a perfect little plaything ages ago.
He hasn’t even begun to notice that his entire body has become a luxurious golden color where it was peppered red before. Still, the sun catches on the gleaming hairs and paints him like a prince of dawn with a halo slowly turning like a flaming wheel behind his head. Did Jenova know that her son would be this beautiful when she brought him into this world? Did she know the universe shivers each time he laughs? Gregorian monks spend their entire lives trying to harmonize with a sound so divine. And yet, Ophanim hardly seems to notice he is anything different than those around him.
And yet, his world continues to orbit Starsin’s heart. Someday, someday they’ll collide into one another and consummate a perfect Armageddon together.
He finally lets his attention drift elsewhere as he searches the surroundings for his darling monster. (Of course, he believes she’s a queen in need of a crown, never a monster. Never at fault.) His bright blue eyes search for the soft glowing constellations of her body until at last he spots her in the distance. A kind of warmth he still doesn’t have a name for spreads over his chest like hot wax, dripping directly to his heart so that it thrums gladly against his ribs.
Ophanim hurries to her side as he always does, the white and gold wing eagerly folding over her to hold her tight to his side. The dragon fire keeps him warm like a hearth, which in turn spreads the comfort to her, but he doesn’t seem to notice still.
“It doesn’t get as cold here so I thought you might like it. We can keep searching for as long as you want, though.”
He smiles at her and the expression makes his eyes squint. Greedy, he touches his lips to her neck and breathes the scents of where they’ve been all tangled up in her mane. The boy doesn’t mention that he’ll settle down with her where ever she likes but he has a feeling she’s aware all the same. Home for him, after all, is anywhere by her side. He made his bed in the palm of her hand like a perfect little plaything ages ago.