love is my religion. i could die for that.
Impossible boy.
The impossibility of him floods through his veins, beating against the disease that should have killed him, that should have pressed him into an early grave. Instead, the poison of it leaks through him and meets an immortality that refuses to let him die—an immortality that rises up to meet it, clashing in his thin chest.
Each breath. Each taste of life is a gift, a stolen treasure, and when he opens his dark purple eyes, he almost knows it—almost recognizes it. He blinks away the confusion and the darkness to reveal the light, tilting his chin upward and viewing the two mares who hover over him, who look down upon him with something like hope in their eyes, something like love. Something that spreads warmth through his bones.
His nose wrinkles and flares, his body an impossible white, pure as virgin snow, and glowing ever so faintly, illuminating the space around him. His tongue touches his lip and then they split, curving in the corners, a dreamy smile touching his face as he struggles to his feet, rising from the ground.
He is a surprisingly somber boy for his age, galaxies blossoming in his chest, impossibilities crafting themselves in his very blood. He takes a step forward to his mothers, white nose skimming across Solace’s belly as he makes his way down her side until he can find what he hunts for.
As the warmth fills his mouth and slips down his throat, he sighs.
This is home, between these two mares, and even though his mind has not formed enough to wrap around the truth of it, it is the first lesson that he learns. The love that surrounds him becomes writ upon his bones as one of the most sacred truths of this world and he clutches it close to him, letting it form him as it may.
i could die for you.