07-27-2017, 09:07 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
They talked all night without sleep, because they didn’t need to sleep when they were together. He shared his stars and constellations with her, while she describes her dreams in vivid detail, her gentle voice painting a beautiful picture of her mind’s eye. The night bled into the day, and those days turned into weeks and then months. Despite his many duties within the kingdom, his watchful eye had always been on her. In their quiet nights alone near the beach, he would quietly study her, watching for signs of stress or pain, ready to soothe her when needed. Many nights, when restlessness kept him awake as it so often does, he would stand beside her sleeping figure, eyes turned to the stars to watch them change and turn across the sky until spring was upon them. He would never wake her, but sometimes she would notice the coolness of night against her flesh when he would leave her, and she would join him silently with a soft press of her lips against his shoulder or neck, the sea breeze gently caressing their faces. It would be soon, and the idea makes his heart quicken and his stomach drop.
He goes to her, even though she does not call him to her side. He can’t help but be there, because where else would he be? She is tucked away beneath their copse of tropical trees that shadow the calmer part of the ocean’s shoreline, the cool sea spray misting them. The sun set on the horizon, and the moon did not follow. The stars blaze brilliantly above them, glimmering almost proudly as they bathe the world in their starlight. But Warrick’s eyes are not on the stars, not tonight.
A sheen of sweat coats her patterned skin, her breathing labored as her lungs inhale and exhale. His lips trail over her as if it could somehow ease the process, whispering quiet encouragement beneath the moonless sky. His wings flutter at his sides in worry, stretching and folding back against him with every sound that came from her lips. He would pace sometimes, worry etched on the sharp angles of his auburn face, comforting her as much as himself with soft whuffs of his breath against her slender cheek, pressing heartening smiles into the pale and honey-gold patterns of her skin.
Then, there were three of them. Warrick’s blue eyes widen incredulously as a pair of equally blue eyes blink up to meet him, bleary-eyed with a gentle squeak leaving its golden lips as it takes its first breath. “Solace,” he says in a breathless whisper into Tang’s ear, for the now-mother had no time to bask in the awe of her first child, a daughter, just yet. Pain rips through her again and he is there, smiling and whispering to her, “She looks just like you, you were right.”
Solace is now accompanied by another, patterned white and gold just like her, but his gold was not one of honey or wheat, but the gold of the sun, brilliant and bright. “Svedka,” he breathes again, but this time Tang is sitting up, meeting her children with her own eyes now. She is cleaning them and tending to them, and Warrick merely watches in awe. His heart is wrenching, and he feels as if the happiness in his chest might cause him to collapse. Tang stands and their children huddle beneath their mother as they shakily stand on spindly legs, his brilliant blue eyes sparkling with emotion and pride. His gaze now shifts to the stars, a happy sigh leaving his lips. He wishes Beyah could see her niece and nephew, his mother to see her grandchildren.
His gaze is brought back to earth, to his children, to his son and daughter and their strong mother. Tang had invited him forward with a gentle nicker, and he willingly fills in the space between them, nearly chest to chest as he presses his cobalt lips onto her cheek, whispering his adoration and love to their sweet mother, before focusing his attention to the twins.
They are standing together, side by side, blinking sleepy-eyed up at him with gentle, perfect faces.
“They are beautiful,” he says, his voice rumbling in chorus with the sea in the distance that pounds upon the shore.
He did not think he could ever love anything more than he did at this moment, looking down on his children.
Warrick
@[Tangerine]
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