10-29-2015, 04:12 PM
He is perhaps more like his father than he realized – only he wears his fragility on the outside as well as in.
He doesn’t say the word love, but it’s there in the hollowed-out places where his muzzle meets flesh, there in the way his tongue carves out the names. He doesn’t say the word love, because hanging above the word is another, flashing neon - danger. Danger, because the women who cause this keeling in his heart are women he should avoid.
One is a storm, a woman of steel, who could break him if she kissed too hard.
One is his own sister, his blood, forbidden in every sense of the word.
He brings them together. He says their names to the other, and does not hide the way in which he says them.
He is perhaps more like his father than he realized – while he should have an eye for danger, being as he is (a thing of glass, begging to be broken), he does not think of the danger interwoven in this.
A wolf at the table, but she is his wolf.
But as they move, he realizes something else – Adaline has come to them, comes burst forth from the underbrush, shouting, falling to her knees. He sees her skin rip open and he is torn. Tyrna moves to protect him, a warrior, and for a moment his view of her is blocked and his heart lurches, he tries to stumble around Tyrna, to make sure Adaline is okay.
She says the words, the things they skirted in the meadow, the words he can’t – won’t – say.
I love you.
Her blood pools at her knees, so remarkably fragile.
He moves between them but doesn’t have the words, only his body, ridiculously breakable (as if he could ever be a barrier). His heart feels like a stone and for a moment he wonders if it will drop out from under him, the weight of it too much for his glass frame to bear.
But nothing breaks. Not literally, anyway.
Tyrna asks for an explanation. He doesn’t have one. He can’t stop watching Adaline’s blood on the ground.
“I love you,” he says to both, though he looks at neither, “and I shouldn’t.”
He is perhaps more like his father than he realized – a fool with a heart bleeding open, asking to be loved when he has no right to.
contagion
be careful making wishes in the dark
(sin tyrna can 'make her move' whenever or we can angst like this some more the poor babies <3)