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It had been sheer foolishness that led you careening through the thick trees in the forest, giving little care to your safety or the fears that always threatened to eat you alive. The pain that radiates in your shoulder where the blood of a god had burned you, singed away the dark brown hair of your body only pushes you further, stokes the anger laying waste to your changeling heart. Anger at the fact that you had been so stupid as to allow yourself to feel for someone that you hardly knew, the surprise that he had taken advantage of you; at the consequence of you trying to fill that hole in your heart growing inside of you. It is only as you stumble on a hidden branch, crashing to the damp earth that you even consider stopping, preferring to ignore the fact that you have been involuntarily grounded. With a huff of annoyance, you glare in the direction of the log that dared to trip you before hastily throwing yourself back to your feet. In an act of revenge you kick at it, satisfaction dampening the sense that you had been wronged as the impact reverberates through your bones.
It is only then, when you feel that you have conquered it, that you continue on your path, slower and more subdued this time. Before long the sight of a familiar shape, still within a pool of water, forces your heart into your throat, the syllables of his name ghosting across your supple lips. You fight against the relief that swells over you, threatens to overwhelm, that he had made it safely away from the god that you had both, along with countless others, faced to protect the place that you called home. His disappearance had caused you to worry endlessly, though you cannot place any blame that his priority had not been to return to you. That revelation in itself stings, but you swallow it, a quiet sigh leaving you, taking with it any bitterness that you may have otherwise felt. You do not say a word as you slip into the waters, moving deliberately slow, the pain in your shoulder catching up all too quickly, growing harder to ignore. Soon enough you are shoulder to shoulder with the sandstone man, and you fall into his strength, pressing your small body against his, trembling at the warmth that radiates as you press your face to his neck, breathing as deeply as you can manage.
His closeness brings something that you have desperately craved: comfort. In this moment everything except that singular fact, except for him and the way his body moves as he breathes, the faint thrum of his heart, so constant compared to the erratic beating of yours, the way he smells of pine and earth, except for the way that your skin ignited the moment it touched his and the way that your heart leapt at the sight of him, filled with the distinct sense of relief and happiness for his safety, for him, is forgotten. That he had disappeared after the fight with that terrible monster of a bear, leaving you to wonder over his health, the closest thing to a best friend that you had ever had disappearing, (that fucking pig) Caleb, your pregnancy, for a moment none of it matters; it feels as if they are a lifetime away, and that you are safe from their repercussions, from the hurt that they bring. But you are more tired than you realize, your heart is tired, and before you even know it, the aching numbness that had reached to the core of your soul releases itself as you begin weeping softly, quietly, into the folds of his skin.
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like punching in a dream, breathing life into a nightmare
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[P] you'll never be what is in your heart
