05-27-2021, 05:55 AM
some memories never leave your bones.
like the salt in the sea; they become a part of you
- you carry them.
like the salt in the sea; they become a part of you
- you carry them.
If Leoniidas ever stopped to think about the blood in his veins and exactly who his mother and uncle once were, maybe he would see the irony of this moment. That here they are, him the wild orphan boy and she the girl of Delumine but in their blood they are a prince and princess of the Dusk Court. Twilight courses through his veins as surely as his father’s godhood does. His mother and uncle, both serving monarchs, both lost first and then dead. Ah! He has erased them all with the fateful twist of his time magic!
She touches him-
He had been so focussed upon his magic, upon trying to get them here when she pressed her lips to his ear at first that he did not flinch. But now, now she steps to him, pressing her brow against his and oh how he reacts! It is not a flinch and yet not as mild as a tremble, it is some amalgamation of the two. The twitch of a boy not used to being touched. A boy who knows only the selfishness of yearning to touch another and yet not be touched in turn.
But Aspara has worked on him, the girl who would push him and touch him and then berate him when he touched her. She managed to slip beneath her skin with her pale skin and lovely eyes. She pressed her fingers about his heart without his knowing how she got there. She made it race with her smiles and she makes him ache for her now when all is lost.
So he flinches when Elliana leans into him, but he does not skitter away. He trembles as every muscle within him draws tight, tight, tight. He looks from her, away from where their bodies touch, where his nerves sing with alarm at the warm press of her skin to his. His chin tips up, his gilded antlers arcing up to the Beqanna sky and down, down to point toward the curve of his spine. Leoniidas has grown elegant, the awkwardness of his youth seeping away before the strength and power of adulthood.
She looks to him, her blue eyes like ice fingers along his cheek and about his throat, his eyes. The wildwood boy does not look to her, no matter how long she stares. He cannot bring himself to. Shame coils deep in his abdomen, grief for all he has taken from them both. The dark wood about them beckons him, it lures him in with its quiet, solemn danger. The whisper of the trees plays across his skin, the wood knows it can claim him. It knows he came from another wild place with wicked magic blooming in the shadows. He is enchanted, this boy, always a monarch of some distant magic wood. Leonidas longs to be alone with his shame.
“I am glad you are here too.” His voice is brambles and shoots and dark forest things. The orphan is glad she is here and yet he wants her away from him, to leave him alone with this shame. “Where does you family live?” The words are little more than a murmur as he feels just how the warm silk of her cheek radiates through his shoulder. He could grow to like it, if his heart wasn’t still racing with alarm at her proximity.
@[Elliana] <3