02-23-2020, 07:38 PM
If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
OphaniM
When she threatens Ghaul, the words sound muffled as though he’s underwater as his pulse throbs in his ears. But when she speaks to him it is somehow crystal clear when it reaches him. Still, he keeps his eyes trained on that awful red stain on the ground, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks to trace the glowing golden lines. Starsin says he did nothing wrong, but he feels a deeply rooted shame twist and writhe inside him. Her voice is still cold, yet he feels the way her heart beats in his chest, reassuring him she means what she says.
He complies and lifts his head when she guides his face with hers. As always, her lips on his cheek make him breathe a sigh of relief. Her love has always set the world back in motion on its proper axis for him. Ophanim traces his lips across her face in nervous kisses as he settles with his pale wing over her, hugging her close to him. It’s been so awful to not wake up with Malone nearby every morning. He misses tugging at his oldest son’s mane to get him up while the younger children laugh and watch.
“Why does this all feel like déjà vu?” he asks when his eyes focus on the strange trail Ghaul left behind him. The blood, feathers, and claw marks all feel like a nightmare from some fever but he can’t quite fit the pieces of it all back together.
But he has Starsin with him this time, he reminds himself as he leans his head to her, softly lipping at the corner of her cheek. Their love has become the bedrock of his life that keeps him from drowning in whatever ails him. Her strength compliments his fawn heart as though they were always meant to settle into one another this way. He closes his eyes and tries not to imagine where their firstborn is or if anyone is there to wake him before noon.
He complies and lifts his head when she guides his face with hers. As always, her lips on his cheek make him breathe a sigh of relief. Her love has always set the world back in motion on its proper axis for him. Ophanim traces his lips across her face in nervous kisses as he settles with his pale wing over her, hugging her close to him. It’s been so awful to not wake up with Malone nearby every morning. He misses tugging at his oldest son’s mane to get him up while the younger children laugh and watch.
“Why does this all feel like déjà vu?” he asks when his eyes focus on the strange trail Ghaul left behind him. The blood, feathers, and claw marks all feel like a nightmare from some fever but he can’t quite fit the pieces of it all back together.
But he has Starsin with him this time, he reminds himself as he leans his head to her, softly lipping at the corner of her cheek. Their love has become the bedrock of his life that keeps him from drowning in whatever ails him. Her strength compliments his fawn heart as though they were always meant to settle into one another this way. He closes his eyes and tries not to imagine where their firstborn is or if anyone is there to wake him before noon.
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you.
@[Starsin]