let my shadows prove the sunshine
He does not follow her when she separates herself from him in the tiniest of steps, allowing her the control to position herself beside him where she wished. He does, however, stretch his neck outwards to follow her retreat with his muzzle, as if beckoning her to return. The movement ends with him pulling his chin to his chest, his smile seemingly erasable on the pink of his lips. You’re trouble, she admits to him and his smile splits into an even wider one, a grin that reaches the far corners of his sparkling blue eyes. “I don’t mean to be.” His response is gentle and full of laughter, despite the truth that her statement holds. He is trouble - he is unreserved and spontaneous, a flirtatious disaster with a heart of gold; he is also scars and nightmares, dark places hidden within the trenches of the earth. He hides those parts of himself well, though, for he refuses to let those instances define his true nature. Love and light will always prevail over the terrors that seem to follow him everywhere he goes, joy overcoming each and every hardship and plague - even eternal darkness. Svedka pauses, his smile quieting for a moment, before adding: “I don’t have to be trouble, if you’d rather me be something else.”
Her molten eyes search the depths of his face and, for one quick moment, he hopes she can read his mind. She is hesitant but willing in their interaction; she is not naive (though he truly is not trying to expound on any sort of innocence, as it isn’t in his nature) and knows that everyone has the ability to lie and to charm and to outwit. He, however, can only love and adore and keep the promises he makes. “Practice?” he replies, that same lopsided smile returning as the pink of his nose wrinkles. “You should assume nothing about me,” he says poignantly, raising his brows as if warning her. But then he laughs, breaking the facade and shaking his head lightly. “I’ve been speaking my mind since I was a child, I think it is a far step from practice and moreso a gift.”
A moment passes and with a quirk of his brow he absentmindedly states: “It’s so easy to get lost in your eyes. They’re a rarity.” There is no flirtatiousness in his voice this time, no laughter or wink to follow the statement. He tilts his head as another thought enters his mind and, in true Svedka fashion, it is spoken aloud. “I thought you should know that.” His smile returns, easy and fluid on his lips.
Shouldn’t stay? He snorts softly, his eyes kind as he surveys her, feeling the terseness that now lies across the delicate lines of her face. “Where else would I go?” His voice is but a whisper, clouding as the warmth of his breath touches the cold of the winter night. There is a seriousness in their coupling now, something that he didn’t want to disturb now that they sit at the precipice of it. She breaks their silence with a confession he had heard moments before and Svedka quietly hums his laughter, inhaling deeply as his gaze sets onto hers once again. “You don’t have to believe me, Aureline. But you should consider the fact that I’m right.” He raises his brows. “I take it back, then. You certainly can be wrong.” Svedka smiles mischievously, reaching for her again to feel the warmth that still radiates now so familiarly against him. But he needs not to do it, for her delicate lips find the cool of his skin, warming him in a way that sends a shiver down his spine. The tremor in her voice causes a single ear to flick towards her, the humor in his gaze falling away as he turns his face towards her, searching her expression eagerly.
He is not sure why the confession sounds so sad, and there is a slight frown that deepens on his pearlescent lips. “Tell me about your dreams?” Because all he has are nightmares now.
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