love is my religion. i could die for that.
Aegean was born of love—the kind of love that they wrote sonnets about. The kind of love that was writ upon the very bones of the earth. The kind that moved the heavens and rearranged the cosmos. The kind that was whispered about for years, for decades, for centuries to come. He knew it. It was the very thing that made up his very being and yet, and yet, the love that beats in his heart is a different thing entirely. It is a wild, ranging thing—both platonic and romantic and everything in between. It is a wild river that courses through him and consumes everything around him. He doesn’t know how to cage it. Doesn’t know how to contain it. And thus he falls in love again and again, with everyone he meets.
Perhaps it is a curse of his family.
Perhaps he, like his older brother, will someday learn to anchor it.
Or perhaps he will spend his days adrift in the ocean of it.
For now, he falls in love with the jade of her body and the hazelnut of her eyes and the sweet way that she smiles and touches his cheek. His heart thrums in his chest and his ethereal face is serene as she compliments him. He just shakes his head, the pale white of his lengthening mane whispering around his face, the delicate bones of it beautiful and handsome in the same breath. “I don’t know if it’s brave. It just feels like the thing to do,” his voice is soft, a secret between them. “It’s my duty, I think.”
He was a prince, after all, although such titles and responsibilities still elude him. Perhaps one day he will grow into them. Perhaps one day he will assume what is expected of him. Until then, he will grow up wild and free, floating along the wind. So when she steps back and beckons him forth, he doesn’t hesitate to step forward and close the distance again. His delicate note trails along her neck. “I would love nothing more,” and then he steps in next to her, walking further inland to where the lights twinkle and glow.
i could die for you.
@[Evenstar]