05-31-2021, 12:31 PM
( this world will have the wolves outside your door
make you leave all that you love to fight a war
and never tell you what you're dying for )
make you leave all that you love to fight a war
and never tell you what you're dying for )
He’d really meant to leave, strike out on some great adventure and leave the Cove behind. He’d find great adventure someplace beyond its shores because, although he didn’t have wings himself, he’d made a friend with wings and started to believe that maybe he was built for more than staying in one place himself.
His family was here, even still, but that wasn’t really any excuse for his staying.
Was it fear that had kept him rooted firmly in the Cove or something else altogether? Laziness maybe. Or just an unwillingness to confront that kind of monumental change. (Maybe this was its own kind of fear.)
Regardless of the reason why, he is still here. Though things here have changed. The Cove is not led with the same kind of darkness and it looks different in the light. Its shores do not harbor the same dangers it once did. Maybe he has gotten too comfortable here. Complacent. He knows every inch of this place now, though he has not yet decided whether he prefers it in the light or if he’d liked it better in the dark. (It is more difficult to be a coward in the light, which is not nothing, he supposes.)
Their paths cross purely by accident, because he doesn’t really have much purpose these days except to fill them with aimless wandering. He stops short, eyes narrowing as a knowing grin creeps across his mouth, at the sight of her. (Though there is also a creeping sensation of embarrassment at being caught here because he is supposed to be off on some grand adventure, isn’t he?)
They are grown now. Not at all the lanky, growing children they had been the last time their paths had crossed. He doesn’t know if she’s seen him, but he turns his gaze to a nearby boulder and concentrates. Because she had been correct in her suspicions and this is the one worthwhile thing he has learned since he last saw her. The boulder explodes in a shower of rocks, though it is not large enough to cause either of them any harm.
And then he laughs and calls out to her. “You were right, rocks don’t just explode on their own.”
His family was here, even still, but that wasn’t really any excuse for his staying.
Was it fear that had kept him rooted firmly in the Cove or something else altogether? Laziness maybe. Or just an unwillingness to confront that kind of monumental change. (Maybe this was its own kind of fear.)
Regardless of the reason why, he is still here. Though things here have changed. The Cove is not led with the same kind of darkness and it looks different in the light. Its shores do not harbor the same dangers it once did. Maybe he has gotten too comfortable here. Complacent. He knows every inch of this place now, though he has not yet decided whether he prefers it in the light or if he’d liked it better in the dark. (It is more difficult to be a coward in the light, which is not nothing, he supposes.)
Their paths cross purely by accident, because he doesn’t really have much purpose these days except to fill them with aimless wandering. He stops short, eyes narrowing as a knowing grin creeps across his mouth, at the sight of her. (Though there is also a creeping sensation of embarrassment at being caught here because he is supposed to be off on some grand adventure, isn’t he?)
They are grown now. Not at all the lanky, growing children they had been the last time their paths had crossed. He doesn’t know if she’s seen him, but he turns his gaze to a nearby boulder and concentrates. Because she had been correct in her suspicions and this is the one worthwhile thing he has learned since he last saw her. The boulder explodes in a shower of rocks, though it is not large enough to cause either of them any harm.
And then he laughs and calls out to her. “You were right, rocks don’t just explode on their own.”
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