A color I couldn't see // Tiercel, Any

[Tiercel]

islas' boyfriend

Tiercel

AIN’T IT HARD KEEPIN’ IT SO HARDCORE

It would be much too easy to slip into that dark frame of mind, especially if they continued talking about it. Tiercel nods at the ocean-mare’s admission, trying to ignore the doubt that creeps at the back of his mind. Could he even acknowledge that he’s alive? He knows he’s breathing and his heart is beating, even as it’s evidenced by the pulse of light sparking under his skin.

But he doesn’t feel alive, not yet anyway. Tiercel is finding that it’s very hard to feel alive when he knows what it’s like to feel dead. It’s even harder when he knows what it’s like to welcome death, to find relief in the empty darkness between torture and resurrection.

He hums his acknowledgment anyways, even if he doesn’t fully believe it.

A shadow of a smile finds Tiercel’s face as Aquaria invites him to Ischia. “It would be good to see your home in the sunlight,” he says. He had stumbled onto the shores by accident, but the dun is realizing that it’s becoming more of a gift. “Your generosity is something special, Aquaria.”

@Aquaria