11-06-2018, 09:07 PM
Prince.
Party.
Plague.
He is noticing a trend here even as his lanky frame is filling out with lean muscle. Sviko will never be handsome in a conventional manner but he will always be boyish and charming. Will and Rhae got all the good looks. He just got whatever was leftover for the last-born triplet.
However in the wake of the party that he’s barely partaken in, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Silver and speckled and dark - a miasma of stars in the night sky scattered across her skin, blown there like the dust of galaxies on an ancient wind. Sviko could wax poetic sometimes, inside his own head. What he couldn’t do was stop thinking about her in the wake of the plague.
So they’d gone from a careless night as children partying on the beach to uncertain teenagers teetering on the brink of a world too adult for them. But here he was - almost two, almost something more than he was. Really, what was he other than a prince that was more pauper than anything else? He could pretend but at the end of the day, Sviko was off in his own world.
Likely dreaming about skin freckled and starry.
Then he spots her!
Of course he does. No one else in the Cove looks like her. It’s instantaneous- the sight of her coincides with the twitterpated thump of his heart. Naturally his knees get a little weak (they’re still knobby but somehow straight) as he drinks in the vision of her meandering along with the whitecapped waves behind her. Then he realizes he’s staring and swallows a lump of teenage anxiety as he makes his way over to her, hoping that she remembers him.
Hoping she’s thought of him like he has thought of her.
Wishing.
Hoping.
From the too-bright smile on his face as he nears her and emits a low deeply masculine hello to the way he throws his head back in what he hopes is a regal gesture of ridding the straggling forelock from his eyes. “Bout time you showed up,” he mutters with an eye-roll and faked huff of exasperation. It dissolves into a very boyish laugh as he extends his nose to hers, leaning forward so the tips just barely brush and he has the wonderful scent of her fully in his nostrils again.
@Achlyss ❤️