11-30-2020, 08:58 PM
i will be brutal
He never made promises, anymore. Who he is today exists only in this moment; and when tomorrow comes, it will find him a stranger. Larva knows this and so he does not tell Anonya that he will stay by her side until the end comes to claim him once more. He swears nothing to her, but he does not leave before the sun rises. The daybreak wakes him and he finds himself uninterested in wandering off to whatever new fate awaits him.
He doesn’t promise her a single thing and she makes no requests of him. Even when Aubergine took her first steps, she didn’t call for him. But he found her anyway, didn’t he? It started as a simple curiosity, a frivolous want to see their child’s face and know what they had made. Now he finds himself tracing her steps across the forest until he sees her standing in the shade of an ancient, gnarled oak.
Larva won’t put a name to whatever it is he feels when he reaches her and traces his lips up her spine. There is simply a quiet humming, a warmth that envelopes him when he curls himself around her. The world is always quiet in a way he has not known before whenever she’s near. All his monsters hush and stare at her, infatuated as the heliotrope is with the sun. He gives a sigh of relief as he settles now.
“You could wake me up, if you wanted,” he reminds her in a voice that manages not to break the early morning quiet.
He doesn’t promise her a single thing and she makes no requests of him. Even when Aubergine took her first steps, she didn’t call for him. But he found her anyway, didn’t he? It started as a simple curiosity, a frivolous want to see their child’s face and know what they had made. Now he finds himself tracing her steps across the forest until he sees her standing in the shade of an ancient, gnarled oak.
Larva won’t put a name to whatever it is he feels when he reaches her and traces his lips up her spine. There is simply a quiet humming, a warmth that envelopes him when he curls himself around her. The world is always quiet in a way he has not known before whenever she’s near. All his monsters hush and stare at her, infatuated as the heliotrope is with the sun. He gives a sigh of relief as he settles now.
“You could wake me up, if you wanted,” he reminds her in a voice that manages not to break the early morning quiet.
@[Anonya]