06-12-2021, 11:17 PM
O C E A N E
Two years. Two years without the warmth of another in the middle of the night. Without a touch affectionate enough that it could make lightning dance across her opalescent skin. Without the small stolen glances throughout the day, when she'd wanted to concentrate on her duties but still couldn't get him from her head. Two years without Soran. And just the same as any loss, Oceane had forced herself to heal by throwing herself headlong into her obligations.
Until she had met Ledger, the Loessian Queen didn't realize just how much her body could yearn for the return of such affection. She melts into him now, her lanky frame pressed into his scarred one without reservation. He is warm, his strength comforting, but the absence of a heart to beat against her draws deep melancholy into the pit of her stomach.
She recalls her young adulthood and the two children who had been taken from her just after their births. She'd wished then to not have a heart. She'd wished for a swift death. But the King and his arithmancers had taken neither her heart nor her life, and though she had survived another handful of difficult, painful years with them, she had eventually found her way to freedom. Her affection for Castile and then for Soran had reminded her why she was thankful that neither of her wishes had come true. She had birthed Alcinder, and then Altum.
And for them her heart knows no bounds.
The thought of them reminds Oceane of the foals she had seen in the whirlwind of Ledger's memories. She clings to the flaxen man harder, her own empathy recreating the pain for a fleeting moment before her mind yearns to ask him the question. It's now that she murmurs it to him, fishing for a wish.
At first, Ledger doesn't answer her. But she waits patiently and allows herself to succumb to the simple pleasure of his soft maw at her mane, lipping at the tangles in the violet strands. She's nearly forgotten that she had even asked when finally he responds. The price is too high, Oceane. Her heart aches at the truth of it, but flutters at the way he whispers her name beneath his breath. She's suddenly frustrated at the whiplash of it all and very nearly pulls away from him when -
Of course I wish-
It's all she needs to hear. This time, Oceane recognizes the magic in her as it reaches for the man she is still curled against. She is confused and surprised, certainly, but she feels no fear as the entity within her gropes for Ledger's glass heart with its magic. It does not attempt to remove the thing, but instead transforms it. And where minutes before the cold crystal had sat now lives a new, beating heart. A second wish fulfilled, Oceane's magic recedes into her and she's struck with overwhelming fatigue.
"Ledger..." Her amber eyes flutter tiredly and her words grow faint as she leans into him for support. "The magic was from me, Ledger."
Until she had met Ledger, the Loessian Queen didn't realize just how much her body could yearn for the return of such affection. She melts into him now, her lanky frame pressed into his scarred one without reservation. He is warm, his strength comforting, but the absence of a heart to beat against her draws deep melancholy into the pit of her stomach.
She recalls her young adulthood and the two children who had been taken from her just after their births. She'd wished then to not have a heart. She'd wished for a swift death. But the King and his arithmancers had taken neither her heart nor her life, and though she had survived another handful of difficult, painful years with them, she had eventually found her way to freedom. Her affection for Castile and then for Soran had reminded her why she was thankful that neither of her wishes had come true. She had birthed Alcinder, and then Altum.
And for them her heart knows no bounds.
The thought of them reminds Oceane of the foals she had seen in the whirlwind of Ledger's memories. She clings to the flaxen man harder, her own empathy recreating the pain for a fleeting moment before her mind yearns to ask him the question. It's now that she murmurs it to him, fishing for a wish.
At first, Ledger doesn't answer her. But she waits patiently and allows herself to succumb to the simple pleasure of his soft maw at her mane, lipping at the tangles in the violet strands. She's nearly forgotten that she had even asked when finally he responds. The price is too high, Oceane. Her heart aches at the truth of it, but flutters at the way he whispers her name beneath his breath. She's suddenly frustrated at the whiplash of it all and very nearly pulls away from him when -
Of course I wish-
It's all she needs to hear. This time, Oceane recognizes the magic in her as it reaches for the man she is still curled against. She is confused and surprised, certainly, but she feels no fear as the entity within her gropes for Ledger's glass heart with its magic. It does not attempt to remove the thing, but instead transforms it. And where minutes before the cold crystal had sat now lives a new, beating heart. A second wish fulfilled, Oceane's magic recedes into her and she's struck with overwhelming fatigue.
"Ledger..." Her amber eyes flutter tiredly and her words grow faint as she leans into him for support. "The magic was from me, Ledger."
― @[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