07-25-2017, 10:25 AM
Her excitement is infectious, as it always is, and he cannot help the feeling of euphoria that warms him to the bone. He has come so far - they have come so far – and the memories of his dismal days and the long, sleepless nights beneath the shadow of the volcano, though still causes a certain type of ache in his chest, seems so distant and so trivial.
His soft, downy feathers rest gently against the broad of her back, their navy color ruffling in the gentle, warm wind. She is breathless as she describes them to her, and he lets his blue eyes flutter closed so that he can imagine them, patterned like her but with features that directly come from him. “They have my eyes?” he questions admiringly to himself with a bit of surprise, auburn lids slowly opening to reveal the stark blue that resides there, looking deep into the honey-gold of Tang’s irises.
Solace. Svedka.
The names were perfect, but he knew that he thought that only because it was she who had chosen them – any name falling from her perfect lips would have been perfect to him.
Despite the way that their lives will now forever be intertwined by their own offspring, Warrick reminds himself that he and Tang are still very different. He won’t ask her to stay with him now that they will be parents, only because he knows that asking would be the same as asking her to put a chain around her neck. The idea, in the past, would have shaken him to his core and sent him reeling into doubt and uncertainty – but now, he greets it with acceptance and reverence, trusting her that she will always be a part of him and a part of their children’s lives.
So when Tang mentions having the twins grow up in Tephra and her staying here until they didn’t need her watchful eye and care, Warrick exhales a contented sigh. He would have never asked her to do this and is grateful that she has offered. He looks to her, a sense of seriousness falling across his face once again.
“They will always be safe,” he says to her in reassurance with a defiant nod, pieces of his forelock falling into his wildly expressive gaze. She leans into him, exhaling deeply as if there was nothing else that held her down, and he smiles easily. “You will be safe too, Tang,” he adds in a soft whisper, pressing his lips behind her ear in a gentle kiss. I’ve missed you, too.
“Tell me about your dreams,” he says after a quiet moment, his eyes glancing upwards to rove the skies above them. “The way you speak, it’s as if they are as vivid and real as a memory. Perhaps magic has touched us both.”
His soft, downy feathers rest gently against the broad of her back, their navy color ruffling in the gentle, warm wind. She is breathless as she describes them to her, and he lets his blue eyes flutter closed so that he can imagine them, patterned like her but with features that directly come from him. “They have my eyes?” he questions admiringly to himself with a bit of surprise, auburn lids slowly opening to reveal the stark blue that resides there, looking deep into the honey-gold of Tang’s irises.
Solace. Svedka.
The names were perfect, but he knew that he thought that only because it was she who had chosen them – any name falling from her perfect lips would have been perfect to him.
Despite the way that their lives will now forever be intertwined by their own offspring, Warrick reminds himself that he and Tang are still very different. He won’t ask her to stay with him now that they will be parents, only because he knows that asking would be the same as asking her to put a chain around her neck. The idea, in the past, would have shaken him to his core and sent him reeling into doubt and uncertainty – but now, he greets it with acceptance and reverence, trusting her that she will always be a part of him and a part of their children’s lives.
So when Tang mentions having the twins grow up in Tephra and her staying here until they didn’t need her watchful eye and care, Warrick exhales a contented sigh. He would have never asked her to do this and is grateful that she has offered. He looks to her, a sense of seriousness falling across his face once again.
“They will always be safe,” he says to her in reassurance with a defiant nod, pieces of his forelock falling into his wildly expressive gaze. She leans into him, exhaling deeply as if there was nothing else that held her down, and he smiles easily. “You will be safe too, Tang,” he adds in a soft whisper, pressing his lips behind her ear in a gentle kiss. I’ve missed you, too.
“Tell me about your dreams,” he says after a quiet moment, his eyes glancing upwards to rove the skies above them. “The way you speak, it’s as if they are as vivid and real as a memory. Perhaps magic has touched us both.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Tangerine]