let my shadows prove the sunshine
He has always seen the beauty in everything - in the deep sunsets that paint the sky in ways a magician never could, in the tumultuous summer storms that ravage the peninsula of his boyhood home, and especially in everyone that he meets. Perhaps it is a trait that he doesn’t know he has, this ability to find and appreciate the beauty around him. It’s always so apparent to him, too. How could he not look at her and admire the curve of her neck and the soft dips in her shoulders and hips or her molten eyes that somehow give off a warmth that seemingly scares away any residual darkness occupying his chest?
It is the flicker of red and orange that draws his bright eyes from her, glancing back over his shoulder in a wistful movement. The crackle of the flames accompanies her laughter and Svedka’s breathless grin seems to become permanent on the pink of his lips. “I can see that,” he agrees as his eyes remain on the dancing flames that stay ever so carefully out of his reach, alighting in his eyes. In the softest of whispers, the flames extinguish and the silence of the cold winter’s evening engulfs them. As his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness once again, he turns to find her burning gaze as if he is reaching for solace within him, a gentle sigh leaving him when he does.
His lips wrinkle in a boyish grin, tilting his head back and forth as if weighing his options. “I think that’s the one thing in the world I wouldn’t enjoy doing,” he admits as he steadies himself, quickly coming to the conclusion that he would do absolutely anything she asked of him. “You would really laugh at how weak-willed I truly am?” He feigns offense, but there is glittering in his eyes and the smile on his face never seems to fade.
They are both now bathed in a golden light as if the sun had reached the horizon early and now spreads through the forest to bathe the snow-laden ground with warmth. He blinks softly, unperturbed by the radiant light and only drawn to it, only taking a moment to come to the realization that it is once again Aureline that has bathed him in brilliance. Though he is luminous as he is coated in the golden light of the sun that comes from her very being, Svedka wonders if anyone has told her how spectacular she truly is.
He isn’t smiling now, but the slight curve of his mouth and the gentleness in his eyes show all the joy even without it. She is but a splice of the sun, out of reach and intangible, as the warmth of her breath pulses against the honey-gold of his cheek. “I doubt you could ever be wrong,” comes the soft reply, keeping his head close to hers.
“What shall you call me then? If I’m not a simpleton, will you then think me a liar instead?” He asks breathlessly, his bright eyes roving to each pinpoint of light that illuminates from her skin, unable to focus on a single part of her; but he always drifts back to those beams of molten sunlight in her eyes. “What else shall you call me when I tell you that, in all my wildest dreams, I don’t think I could have ever dreamed up someone like you?”
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