It didn't help that her panicked words followed his actions. He wasn't mad at her, but it was so hard. All his life he had been fine with the silence, but now he wasn't. For the first time in forever, he wanted to talk. His soft smiles and gentle demeanor meant nothing if he could not appreciate others like they appreciated him. He could never give a good enough thank you, or a soft comforting talk. He could never be a father that could teach his children. He could never be the friend that his friends needed. Cerin was a burden, and he knew it. She might not think that, but nature made it so. It was written in stone.
Her frantic touches both helped and burned. Each time her muzzle grazed across his face, he felt as if he was on fire. Myrrine made him feel so alive that he was afraid of it. Touch was a sense that had become so useless to him. With a history that was nothing but hiding, any soft caress or painful reprimand didn't exist. Now, these feelings felt so foreign. He was more alive now because of her. When she moved to take his flowers out, he simply let her. That is what she thought was wrong, but it wasn't. She was not wrong, she was perfect. As soon as the flower fell away, Cerin reached for it. Taking it gently, he reached around to place it gently into his mane. Thank goodness for its length and thickness, so he could easily reach around and put it back.
He wanted it there, for it was a lively reminder of her. He couldn't just discard it when the time he had left to relish it was dwindling as he spoke. It was a temporary reminder of her beauty. When she reached up to touch his neck, he simply reached his muzzle up to her forward to gently push it back. She did not need to strain herself, for he was more than willing to close the distance.
That wasn't it though. He had thought he was already in her jail, but as she began to sing he realized just how much he cared. Was it love? Is this the thing his mother had fleetingly spoke about? Was this how she felt around his dad, even as he betrayed them? At this point, Cerin would cross oceans and jump mountains to make sure she was safe. She was already so far away by nature, for she was in the Edge, and he was not. How could he make sure she was safe? That would have to wait though, because her little song was pulling him in deeper. It was then that he realized he had been pulled into a set of dungeons. Each one collapsing him more into her will and light. If she ever left him, he would be crushed, but understood. He would always have to let her go if she wanted. She was a caged bird that had the right to fly and sing. He would be the one to sit in the cage for eternity, because he had already lived more than he expected.
As her song dwindled to an end, the silence that followed was the best kind of silence. It was the silence that told, and held all of the emotion he couldn't show. Slowly, he calmed his breath and halted his tears. They left salty, dark lines, but he was done crying. He even moved to reach his neck over hers, and pull her closer. Physical barriers of course would separate them, but he could try. Moving then, he dipped his muzzle to nudge her cheek. She needed to look at him.
His green eyes searched to hold hers. She needed to really look at him, to understand. A small, gentle smile melted onto his face. His eyes glassed over, he wanted to cry again but wouldn't. This was because of his happiness. This was because of his handicaps. This was for all the things, all the things he never had voiced. It was a truly indescribable situation. The emotions were so hard to relay. Hoping to have her attention then, he gently reached out to pressed his muzzle into her forehead. He pushed her soft man out of the way so he could really feel her. To make sure she was real and that he hadn't become victim to his own imagination. He could feel a heartbeat, and heat that she was alive and real. What was happening to him?
"blah blah blah."
Tag;; @[Myrrine]
Words;; 764 Words
Notes;; -falls over and dies- I just he's making it hard for me to write all his feels.
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