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

Elio emits a brilliant flash of laughter at Pteron's joke. His eyes crinkle with genuine mirth and for just the barest moment, he feels as light as the clouds above. Discomfort sticks irritably where the laughter had just left, a reminder that the gold stallion hardly knows of what earns one a child-trophy.

"I, uh--" Lio stutters when he finally comprehends his brother's question. No, not at all, he wants to snap, feeling the timid man his father's attack created fighting to crawl back into his somber shell. No, the striped stallion had certainly kept to himself, and those that did find his presence were far, far from romantic companions. Elio has spent so long obsessing over his father's absence and curse that the idea of romance just . . . hardly occured to him.

"No, brother, I cannot say I am as charming as you," is what Lio does say, swallowing the frightened animal tearing up his throat. "I've never actually . . . uh . . ." His sentence fades into an awkward laugh. "I've yet to meet someone to catch my eye like that, let's just say," he settles on after a skipped beat, hoping it might save some of his dignity but knowing deep down he'll feel embarassment's burn long after this moment.

"What's it like?" Elio asks after a moment stretched too long by sadness. He frowns, then realizes what he has said, face contorting in horror. "I meant--oh my god. I meant love and children. Not . . . Wow."

@[Pteron] aren't they the cutest brother ever