09-02-2019, 12:01 PM
OPHANIM
Anger has always found him to be all salt and scorched earth – no place to make a home and take root. Even now, it has begun to wither and die on his tongue when only moments ago his rage had devoured him entirely. One look at her heart and her blood spilled across the ground and he knew he would set this entire world on fire for Starsin. He would chew a god’s face from his skull and rip into his spine with ravenous teeth. Ophanim could erect an empire built only from his fury and sentence this entire plane of existence to death. The world could heave with the agony he felt in those seconds, but it all melts to nothing when she needs him to comfort her.
The blood has turned an ugly shade of brown across his glimmering gold and white chest, outlining the weeping wound where her heart beats. He can hear the way it aches between his ribs and how desperately it tries to sink into the depths of despair. But he cradles it so carefully and he doesn’t mind the way it sobs and shakes. Perhaps it had felt like anger and poison to hurt, but to him there is only a quiet loneliness that it can’t seem to shed. The angel boy is content to spoon feed it his love for the rest of eternity, if that’s what it needs.
“What’s done is done,” he says with a simple shrug when she finally speaks. The corners of his lips manage to smile even if his eyes are still so melancholy. He pauses to think when her worries come flooding out, lifting his chin while all his thoughts go tumbling about. Could his heart ever turn to anger? It had always been such a barren field to those sorts of things but she seems to think she can perform miracles. If he had to count the number of times he had felt genuine anger in all his life, it would be a number he could actually count.
He laughs at his own joke and unfurls a wing to curl delicately around her. “It’s yours to ruin or destroy then. And besides, yours only feels broken. It just needs to set and heal for a while,” he says as he presses his lips to the corner of her jaw, kissing his way up to her tear-soaked cheeks. Can she feel the way his heart bursts into life when it remembers how she feels beside him, tucked up under his wing where she belongs? Does she have any idea at the flood gate of warmth and love that she opens in him? Hatred could never make a home in him because his adoration for her is all-consuming. It leaves no crumb or scrap for anything else to make use of.
“My heart has always been yours, from the second you found me.”
The blood has turned an ugly shade of brown across his glimmering gold and white chest, outlining the weeping wound where her heart beats. He can hear the way it aches between his ribs and how desperately it tries to sink into the depths of despair. But he cradles it so carefully and he doesn’t mind the way it sobs and shakes. Perhaps it had felt like anger and poison to hurt, but to him there is only a quiet loneliness that it can’t seem to shed. The angel boy is content to spoon feed it his love for the rest of eternity, if that’s what it needs.
“What’s done is done,” he says with a simple shrug when she finally speaks. The corners of his lips manage to smile even if his eyes are still so melancholy. He pauses to think when her worries come flooding out, lifting his chin while all his thoughts go tumbling about. Could his heart ever turn to anger? It had always been such a barren field to those sorts of things but she seems to think she can perform miracles. If he had to count the number of times he had felt genuine anger in all his life, it would be a number he could actually count.
He laughs at his own joke and unfurls a wing to curl delicately around her. “It’s yours to ruin or destroy then. And besides, yours only feels broken. It just needs to set and heal for a while,” he says as he presses his lips to the corner of her jaw, kissing his way up to her tear-soaked cheeks. Can she feel the way his heart bursts into life when it remembers how she feels beside him, tucked up under his wing where she belongs? Does she have any idea at the flood gate of warmth and love that she opens in him? Hatred could never make a home in him because his adoration for her is all-consuming. It leaves no crumb or scrap for anything else to make use of.
“My heart has always been yours, from the second you found me.”
you could drown in those eyes, i said.