symphonies exploding in the sky | elio

[elio]

elio

some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight
and I know everything must die but nothing fades like the light

The pink, healing flesh of a U-shaped tear starkly stands out amongst dun and gold fur of Elio's cheek. He was boyish before, not exactly handsome but certainly attractive, but now - now he looks rogueish, near-tired and maybe worn by life. A stallion grown, vastly different from the boy Pteron knew.

Lio nearly convinces himself this is not, in fact, Pteron. It has been long enough since they have seen each other, and he wonders if he had jumped the gun in so warmly greeting this stranger.

But it is Pteron, as right as the sky above and the ground below, and the golden man feels a sense of true relief was over him. At least it has been long enough that they did not meet when Elio still struggled to speak.

"Probably while you were away on another adventure," the fiery stallion jests, making sure to lighten a statement that could be taken as a slight. It was always nice to imagine what Pteron or Marni or Eyas were doing while Elio was trapped by his obedience and concern. He doesn't hold Pteron's escape against him, now simply wondering if any of his ideas aligned with what was actually happening.

Apparently they did, because -

"Children?!" Lio gasps, mouth falling agape in excitement and surprise. He looks boyish again, wearing delight innocent enough to outshine the gray and red of his still-healing body. "Yes, I am back in Taiga," he says after a beat, taking a moment to consider divulging Lethia and Lilliana and all the tension with Pangea (how he failed is what keeps him from bringing it up).

"Back to your children," Lio chirps, curious. "How'd that happen?"

@[Pteron] is he asking what sex is? is he asking how pteron met aegean? who knows B)