12-26-2017, 07:32 PM
Don't say I'm out of touch with this rampant chaos; your reality.
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge.
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge.
She is lost to her own thought, as she so often has been –
No longer does she stare out into the endless sea, nor does she lose herself to the rhythmic pull of the tide frothing at the shoreline. She does not, because she cannot. The sea is miles away, and so is the volcanic island, and instead she is given the soft rustling of drying leaves and the creaking of brittle, crackling bark with each sway of the autumn wind. Yet, she would not change it for anything.
At last, she had found where she belonged, and it was not a place at all.
She does not miss his approach – how can she, when his weight whittles each fallen, dying leaf to dust beneath his swift and forward stride? Her eye watches the shadow of his silhouette emerge from a copse of hickory and pine, and she cannot suppress the warm smile from touching her pale lips at the sight of him. Her lungs inhale deeply when his cheek caresses her own, savoring the familiarity of sage and wild brush on his skin, but the scent of sap and of birch are altogether new. She does not shy away from his affection – choosing instead to trail her softness of her lips over the whiskered darkness of his, moving closer to him.
”It has been ages,” she muses with a wry smile, a glint carried in the deep hazel of her eye, roving over the length of his broad and handsome face. He is more beautiful to her with each passing day; the gentle fluttering of her belly never ceased regardless of how much time passed between them. ”but for good reason,” she murmurs softly, pressing a soft kiss into the crook of his neck, feeling his pulse and lingering just long enough to imply an intimacy of a different kind. An intimacy she missed, in the many long and seemingly endless nights she had spent away from him.
”I would follow you anywhere,” she says to him softly, sensing the sadness in his voice and seeking to chase it away with a feathering of soft kisses along his jawline. ”Tephra will always have some part of me. I will always carry it, but ..” (but it isn’t you) ”I cannot remain rooted simply because I am comfortable, and neither can you .. and the memories ..” she trails off for a moment, remembering the wolves of fire that had chased them into the abyss that had become their undoing. Remembering the way her eye had been gouged; the way his wings had been torn one by one from his body with no mercy.
Just as Tephra had been her heart, it also bore the scarring of too many memories that had tried to destroy her. It had been her foundation, but also her destruction.
”Some things are better left as they are,” she says as she presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. ”and some things we must move on from. I have no regrets. Not when I have you.”
No longer does she stare out into the endless sea, nor does she lose herself to the rhythmic pull of the tide frothing at the shoreline. She does not, because she cannot. The sea is miles away, and so is the volcanic island, and instead she is given the soft rustling of drying leaves and the creaking of brittle, crackling bark with each sway of the autumn wind. Yet, she would not change it for anything.
At last, she had found where she belonged, and it was not a place at all.
She does not miss his approach – how can she, when his weight whittles each fallen, dying leaf to dust beneath his swift and forward stride? Her eye watches the shadow of his silhouette emerge from a copse of hickory and pine, and she cannot suppress the warm smile from touching her pale lips at the sight of him. Her lungs inhale deeply when his cheek caresses her own, savoring the familiarity of sage and wild brush on his skin, but the scent of sap and of birch are altogether new. She does not shy away from his affection – choosing instead to trail her softness of her lips over the whiskered darkness of his, moving closer to him.
”It has been ages,” she muses with a wry smile, a glint carried in the deep hazel of her eye, roving over the length of his broad and handsome face. He is more beautiful to her with each passing day; the gentle fluttering of her belly never ceased regardless of how much time passed between them. ”but for good reason,” she murmurs softly, pressing a soft kiss into the crook of his neck, feeling his pulse and lingering just long enough to imply an intimacy of a different kind. An intimacy she missed, in the many long and seemingly endless nights she had spent away from him.
”I would follow you anywhere,” she says to him softly, sensing the sadness in his voice and seeking to chase it away with a feathering of soft kisses along his jawline. ”Tephra will always have some part of me. I will always carry it, but ..” (but it isn’t you) ”I cannot remain rooted simply because I am comfortable, and neither can you .. and the memories ..” she trails off for a moment, remembering the wolves of fire that had chased them into the abyss that had become their undoing. Remembering the way her eye had been gouged; the way his wings had been torn one by one from his body with no mercy.
Just as Tephra had been her heart, it also bore the scarring of too many memories that had tried to destroy her. It had been her foundation, but also her destruction.
”Some things are better left as they are,” she says as she presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. ”and some things we must move on from. I have no regrets. Not when I have you.”
Ellyse
(The nightmare) I built my own world to escape