kill your darlings - Aedan, any

[Aedan]

Like tears. Well, that’s not quite what he expected, but then again, what did he expect? It makes sense, perhaps, if tears are salty things. It is warm here, and there’s always a bit of sweat on his skin, so the salt is not unsurprising. But he is not particularly familiar with tears, and so he cannot compare. Perhaps he ought to consider himself lucky.

She wanders off, as if she has already forgotten that he is here. He does not follow, though his eyes do, concerned but not overbearing. She is some space away before she turns back to see him watching her, and for a moment, it is clear she does not remember him at all. It takes a moment before recognition flickers back to her, but he is patient, if nothing else.

”I do,” he says, still kind. He wants to call to the stars, wants to bring them down to comfort her, but the sun is still high in the sky and though he can make darkness, it is never quite the same when you rip apart the day to do so. The comfort of the evening is lost in such destruction. ”My family and I nest in the north of the island. Would you like to see?” It was not in fact a nest, but it was a clearly inhabited area of the island. Two adults and two children could take up some space, it seems.

aedan

the night is more alive and more
richly colored than the day.

@[Crackjaw]