There was so much happening in his mind yet there is nothingness; a soft, velvety blanket of nothingness that cloaks his soul and keeps him from allowing new relationships and love to enter. He knows that she looks to him as a shining light, with no imperfections and flawless. He could not let her keep believing this lie that he had fed her the first few days that they had spent in Tephra – that he was happy, unburdened and free. Tang needed to know (and understand) the chain that he has been dragging around for over a year that never seems to lighten its weight; if anything, it seems to get heavier and heavier with the passing time. Even as the words spill off of his tongue fluidly, the dense tightness in his chest did not dissipate. He sighs against the warmth of her golden and cream skin, his breath hot as it releases from his cobalt lips in a shudder.
Then, he hears her voice.
Again, she comes to him like she always will, like a light in the darkness. She says his name, so sweetly and so softly. He lifts his eyes to her, their brilliant cerulean color glassy with unshed tears of grief and fear. When he looks into her face, the softness of her cheeks and the large, wide sadness of her eyes, he is overcome by guilt. Who was he to throw such tragedy at her feet, to ask her to comfort him when she deserves more than sad stories and a broken heart?
Warrick has been selfish. Of course, it would have been impossible to build the relationship he so desperately craved with her if he had not been completely honest, but there was part of him that chided him for resting all of the darkness of his soul onto her. He squeezes his eyes shut with a quivering and sharp inhale, forcing the wetness of his eyes to cease and swallowing hard the lump in his throat. He pushes it away, the ebbing darkness that picks at him incessantly. It is something that he is used to doing, and today was no different. Perhaps with her knowing and understanding him a little bit more, he could eventually put that darkness to rest. For now, it will remain dormant inside him, twisting and throbbing like a painful blister. Maybe she will be there for him if it became too much – he hopes she will be.
Her voice is confident and sure. She does not question his family’s lore and instead, willingly dives in. She speaks to him in a way he would understand, bringing herself closer to him by doing so. He then hears a slight ache in her voice. His navy-tipped ears prick and he quickly opens his eyes, noting the way she moves closer to him even though any space between them was nonexistent.
He lifts his head, draping his neck around her and pulling her head to his chest in a strong embrace. Part of him hopes that she cannot hear the wild thrumming of his heart against his chest, gradually speeding up as the warmth of her skin presses against him. He smiles gently, and though she could not see it, he is sure he can hear it in his voice. “I believe the stars would find you worthy, Tang.” His voice is still tight with an edge of sadness, but it was clear and solid.
“Enough,” he says suddenly and decisively, not wanting to waste any more of his time with Tang talking about his past. He hesitates briefly before breaking away from her, brushing his velvety nose against hers for a moment then pressing his the blue of his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. As he begins to stand up, the night’s moon still basking the sand with a luminous silver glow, he says: “You’ll be surprised to know that you have not explored all of Tephra just yet.” He shakes himself, sand and dust billowing around him in the moonlight. He waits for her to stand before reaching forward and running his lips across where her neck and mane meet, her tri-colored hairs spilling onto the darkness of his coat.
With a sharp snort he brings his chin to his chest and trots past her, leading her towards the volcano.
Then, he hears her voice.
Again, she comes to him like she always will, like a light in the darkness. She says his name, so sweetly and so softly. He lifts his eyes to her, their brilliant cerulean color glassy with unshed tears of grief and fear. When he looks into her face, the softness of her cheeks and the large, wide sadness of her eyes, he is overcome by guilt. Who was he to throw such tragedy at her feet, to ask her to comfort him when she deserves more than sad stories and a broken heart?
Warrick has been selfish. Of course, it would have been impossible to build the relationship he so desperately craved with her if he had not been completely honest, but there was part of him that chided him for resting all of the darkness of his soul onto her. He squeezes his eyes shut with a quivering and sharp inhale, forcing the wetness of his eyes to cease and swallowing hard the lump in his throat. He pushes it away, the ebbing darkness that picks at him incessantly. It is something that he is used to doing, and today was no different. Perhaps with her knowing and understanding him a little bit more, he could eventually put that darkness to rest. For now, it will remain dormant inside him, twisting and throbbing like a painful blister. Maybe she will be there for him if it became too much – he hopes she will be.
Her voice is confident and sure. She does not question his family’s lore and instead, willingly dives in. She speaks to him in a way he would understand, bringing herself closer to him by doing so. He then hears a slight ache in her voice. His navy-tipped ears prick and he quickly opens his eyes, noting the way she moves closer to him even though any space between them was nonexistent.
He lifts his head, draping his neck around her and pulling her head to his chest in a strong embrace. Part of him hopes that she cannot hear the wild thrumming of his heart against his chest, gradually speeding up as the warmth of her skin presses against him. He smiles gently, and though she could not see it, he is sure he can hear it in his voice. “I believe the stars would find you worthy, Tang.” His voice is still tight with an edge of sadness, but it was clear and solid.
“Enough,” he says suddenly and decisively, not wanting to waste any more of his time with Tang talking about his past. He hesitates briefly before breaking away from her, brushing his velvety nose against hers for a moment then pressing his the blue of his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. As he begins to stand up, the night’s moon still basking the sand with a luminous silver glow, he says: “You’ll be surprised to know that you have not explored all of Tephra just yet.” He shakes himself, sand and dust billowing around him in the moonlight. He waits for her to stand before reaching forward and running his lips across where her neck and mane meet, her tri-colored hairs spilling onto the darkness of his coat.
With a sharp snort he brings his chin to his chest and trots past her, leading her towards the volcano.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Tangerine]