[private] that day even the sun was afraid of you; sam pony

[firion]

that day even the sun was afraid of you and the weight you carried

Beneath the pain, beneath the million ways that he has tried to bury it, there is just a boy next to her. A golden boy who loves to laugh and loves to run. Who loves the mountains of Hyaline. Who loves his parents. Who would live an easy, carefree life if he could. There’s a boy who has never known a moment of doubt or a moment of pain. Who would live each and every day of his life like that, if he could.

It’s that boy that stares back at her.

Who forgets about the demonic magic that curls in his veins. Who forgets about the curse that had taken him to the grave every night. Who forgets about the hurt he has inflicted on so many others.

He’s just a boy who is watching a girl smile and it’s enough.

His smile spreads, softer than usual, and he wishes that he could carve out this moment forever. Could live trapped in the gentleness of it—the easy wonder. “Firion,” he answers honestly, not wanting to be coy with her or pretend. Not wanting to be a magician. Not wanting any of the things waiting for him.

Firion knows he could take anything he wanted from her head in this moment. Could grab her name. Could find everything he could possible every want to know—but he doesn’t. Because he wants to hear it from her lips. Wants to only know the pieces of herself that she chooses to share with him now.

“Who are you?” he asks with another quirk of his lip, “You who make the moon pine.”

A soft laugh as the silvery light continues to flood over them, warm, infinite.

so you saluted every ghost you've ever prayed to and then buried it where bones are buried

@[elodie]