I've learned to live with these fatal gifts
and still you're mine
The world had settled as a calm had once more stolen over the misty depths of their forested home. Though he holds no certainty the peace would last, he had finally allowed himself to breathe deep as they returned to normalcy. It is a normalcy he cherishes, though he hadn’t realized it before the Pangean army had stormed their way across his home. Across their home. Their haven from the world.
He had answered the call to protect their deepest forests, refusing to cede that which he had long ago claimed as his own. There is nowhere else he wished to go. Nowhere worth uprooting their family, the entire life he and Briseis had built here together, for. And if need be, he would defend it again.
The morning sun had begun to stretch across the sky, though this deep in the Taigan wood, it’s light barely filters through. Faint golden dapples are the only sign that morning has come, bringing the bright light of day with it. Day is not his time. He vastly prefers the lightless time that stretches across the smallest hours of the morning. The velvety darkness before the dawn.
Though he likes to sleep while the sun is at its zenith, he has found these hours are the very best when curled beside Briseis. She is always close, and he finds her now, golden eyes blinking from the shadows for a brief moment before he slips alongside her, skin hungry for her touch despite knowing it’s absence only a short while. Brushing his lips along the soft curve of her jaw in a tender kiss, he smiles against her skin as he murmurs, “Good morning.”
@[Briseis]