06-09-2021, 07:38 PM
O C E A N E
Oh, how she aches at the pain she can see in him. He has refused to meet her gaze before, but not in this way. And when he claims to be a bad man, Oceane can't help how aggressively she shakes her opaline head at the untruth. "Ledger..." she starts to find her words but they trail into silence at his confession. You've seen the worst in me. She's suddenly at a loss, unsure of what to do despite the way her own heart screams to tell him that to see the man he is now, after all of what he has experienced, has only helped to blossom something stronger than friendship in the depths of her.
She opts instead to mention the magic. How else could she have been spirited away at Ledger's side, to live what he had lived? He says he is nothing but a bear and a glass heart, but never before had the Loessian Queen experienced such vivid illusionism. He has returned his gaze to her now, at least, and so she proffers a smile instead of disputing with him further. It maters not, regardless, how they had gotten there.
The one-eyed man turns the attention skillfully away from himself and to her, suddenly fretful of her own wellbeing. Oceane smiles, sheepish and warm, as she offers him a reassuring nod. "I'm fine," she answers warmly and her smile widens as he asks a second time, "I'm okay." Her molten gold eyes watch the flaxen for a moment before she decides in one swift moment that she can sacrifice decorum for today. "I just..."
She fumbles over the words, snorts quietly in frustration. "Can I just..." And before she loses her nerve, she presses her neck up against his. Her eyes close tentatively, but slowly she relaxes into the warmth of him. She finds there is nothing to say, no words that come to her easily, as she nestled against Ledger's scarred frame.
After a time, Oceane finds that a question has begun to gnaw at her. Gently, at first, but then more insistent. As if there is something within her that needs to know. "Do you wish you could have your real heart back?"
She opts instead to mention the magic. How else could she have been spirited away at Ledger's side, to live what he had lived? He says he is nothing but a bear and a glass heart, but never before had the Loessian Queen experienced such vivid illusionism. He has returned his gaze to her now, at least, and so she proffers a smile instead of disputing with him further. It maters not, regardless, how they had gotten there.
The one-eyed man turns the attention skillfully away from himself and to her, suddenly fretful of her own wellbeing. Oceane smiles, sheepish and warm, as she offers him a reassuring nod. "I'm fine," she answers warmly and her smile widens as he asks a second time, "I'm okay." Her molten gold eyes watch the flaxen for a moment before she decides in one swift moment that she can sacrifice decorum for today. "I just..."
She fumbles over the words, snorts quietly in frustration. "Can I just..." And before she loses her nerve, she presses her neck up against his. Her eyes close tentatively, but slowly she relaxes into the warmth of him. She finds there is nothing to say, no words that come to her easily, as she nestled against Ledger's scarred frame.
After a time, Oceane finds that a question has begun to gnaw at her. Gently, at first, but then more insistent. As if there is something within her that needs to know. "Do you wish you could have your real heart back?"
― @[Ledger] ―
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a little white light
in a sea gone black
in a sea gone black
i must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
and all i ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by