02-04-2021, 11:56 AM
We're caught in the crossfire
of the war inside our soul
It had taken him far too long to recognize the good in his ill-begotten ability. After all, how could a gift gained by murder be any sort of gift at all? Time had healed the wound and caused the scar to fade. Even if he might never truly embrace it, he had finally come to realize how good could rise from such darkness. That life is far more gray than it is black and white. He had been a fool of course, but through it all Ilka had remained. Had forgiven him time and time again.The least he could do for her was to learn from his mistakes.
He holds her close now, pulling the darkness around them like armor. What had once hurt would now protect. Perhaps fortune had been smiling upon him all those years ago, shaking her head at his gross lack of foresight. But now he is grateful.
It lasts only until he finds her gentle eyes in the darkness. The shake of her head stirs a fierceness inside him. It galled to know he could not possibly hope to protect them all. He knows his children are clever and capable of course, but there are some things that never leave a father even when his children have grown.
The minute the words ’I can go’ pass her lips however, something shifts inside him. He stiffens, pressing her impossibly close, his touch fierce, less gentle than he had intended. “No!” The word leaves him in an explosive burst, emphatic and implacable. In this he would not budge. If they were to leave to find their other children, they would leave together or not at all.
“We stay together,” he reiterates with a shake of his head. His lips press almost desperately against her dark skin. “I cannot lose you. It would be the death of me.” He closes his eyes then, breathing deeply to restore some semblance of calm, comforted by the scent of her, by her warmth against his chest. “We will find them together, starting here.”
Shahrizai
@[Ilka]