08-12-2021, 02:02 PM
This is such lethal perfection.
And he has not dared stray from her side.
He will never leave her side again unless she should ask it of him. He had made that mistake once and he would never make it again. Love had cast him as her shadow, this brilliant, beautiful woman who could bend the world to her will simply by dreaming it, whose smile made his heart stutter and stagger, whose touch hitched his breath.
If he could ease her pain, he would. If he could take it all unto himself, he would. If he could manipulate time to spirit the pair of them (mother and child) through the arduous, traumatic process of birth, he would. But he is a simple man whose only magic comes in the form of dreams of ruin, so all he can do is watch, heart in his throat, and wish he could do more.
And then, just as night bleeds across the sky in its truest form, the child arrives and her mother staggers to her feet, calling for him and he is there. He is there, never far from her, and he goes to her. He makes himself a soft place for her to land, this warrior of a woman, and she is so desperately beautiful and strong and he kisses her head and tells her that he loves her.
And so the first thing the child sees when she lifts her head is love against a backdrop of so many millions of stars. The first thing she sees is poetry as she unfurls her coltish limbs and struggles to her feet with the help of her mother. They are beautiful and so, as is the natural order of things, she is beautiful.
“Look what you made,” Worship says to Stellaria and he goes to their daughter and he gently touches his mouth to a folded wing. Next to her mother, she is the most stunning thing he has ever seen. “You are every bit as devastating as your mother, aren’t you?” he asks the child.
If ever there was a time for him to smile, it would almost certainly be now. But he just looks at the two of them, heart shattered by the sight of them.
And he has not dared stray from her side.
He will never leave her side again unless she should ask it of him. He had made that mistake once and he would never make it again. Love had cast him as her shadow, this brilliant, beautiful woman who could bend the world to her will simply by dreaming it, whose smile made his heart stutter and stagger, whose touch hitched his breath.
If he could ease her pain, he would. If he could take it all unto himself, he would. If he could manipulate time to spirit the pair of them (mother and child) through the arduous, traumatic process of birth, he would. But he is a simple man whose only magic comes in the form of dreams of ruin, so all he can do is watch, heart in his throat, and wish he could do more.
And then, just as night bleeds across the sky in its truest form, the child arrives and her mother staggers to her feet, calling for him and he is there. He is there, never far from her, and he goes to her. He makes himself a soft place for her to land, this warrior of a woman, and she is so desperately beautiful and strong and he kisses her head and tells her that he loves her.
And so the first thing the child sees when she lifts her head is love against a backdrop of so many millions of stars. The first thing she sees is poetry as she unfurls her coltish limbs and struggles to her feet with the help of her mother. They are beautiful and so, as is the natural order of things, she is beautiful.
“Look what you made,” Worship says to Stellaria and he goes to their daughter and he gently touches his mouth to a folded wing. Next to her mother, she is the most stunning thing he has ever seen. “You are every bit as devastating as your mother, aren’t you?” he asks the child.
If ever there was a time for him to smile, it would almost certainly be now. But he just looks at the two of them, heart shattered by the sight of them.
oh, i loved you with the good and the careless of me
but it all goes bad
@Stellaria