all things are possible,
even the worst of things
I love you. The words whisper across his skin like the softest touch, causing a faint shiver to dance across his skin. She could say those words to him a thousand times and he would never tire of hearing them. He ignores that small part of him that keeps murmuring he is not worthy of her love, of anyone’s love. This is neither the time nor place for such doubts. Instead he moves closer to her, his response falling from lips with a familiarity that should suggest he had already uttered those words a hundred times before.
”I love you too, Ilka. I don’t know what I would do without you.” His eyes turn to the twins before them. ”And our children.”
He feels as though his heart might burst inside his chest as he watches them. They are struggling to their feet, Heartfire following her brother to nurse. He cannot contain the grin that continuously threatens to spill across his dark lips, even when Illum totters over to him and stumbles against him. With an instinctual swiftness he didn’t know he possessed, his head whips around the steady the boy against him.
He knows before the words even cross Ilka’s lips. Knows that Illum had somehow inherited his dark ability. His own shadows react to the stirring of his son’s, arching across his skin to mingle with the subtle shifting of the boy’s own shadows. For a moment he is speechless, unsure how to react to this newfound realization. The ability had been a product of one of the darkest moments of his life, and for a moment, he fears that he has somehow tainted his own child. His brown eyes find Ilka, find the smile still curving her lovely, dark lips, and he feels his fears easing. She is there, so soft and perfect, reminding him of everything good that had come from those painful memories. He could never bear to spoil her happiness, not for such unfounded worry.
And then Heartfire is there, wobbling alongside her equally unsteady brother, blue eyes wide and curious. Suddenly the world has shifted as his perspective is altered. The world appears so large. He can see himself, towering and masculine, Ilka, so small and dainty when compared to him, but so very large in her young eyes. A mixture of alarm and shock spreads through him as he jerks back reflexively.
”Ilka!”
He can feel his body move, his voice vibrating as it passes his lips, yet at the same time he can see his massive frame shifting backwards.
”Heartfire! Stop!”
And suddenly his sight is his own again, his wide brown eyes staring down at even wider blue eyes framed by a surprised expression.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch