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02-15-2016, 02:37 AM
He waded into the pool, and the ripples he created lapped gently against her belly, waking her senses, drawing her into his light. She sighed softly, watching his wings trail across the water, noticing that his movements mirrored hers. There was something in him, something that she had not seen when they had met before, something dark and desperate and familiar, and suddenly she knew that he understood her, deeply, intimately, as no one else could. Somehow that was enough to break her crumbling walls, to set aside her fears and her pain and her worries, to reassure her that perhaps, if only for an hour, she did not have to be so desperately alone. Make no mistake, it was desperation that drove her to cling to the rope that he cast her, to bathe in the light that he brought with him. His light came from his darkness, a trait that they shared; in mutual silence, they saw their own pain in the other and could not bear to see their own reflections in each others' eyes. It was not love, nor even friendship, that drove her towards this temporary absolution of her sins; no, it was the need to feel something again, to feel anything at all. "I didn't say I was disappointed to see you," she pointed out with a smile of broken glass and shattered promises. "Just... surprised." Was she, though? Perhaps the interruption to her solitude had been a surprise, but that it was the Aurelight - seeing him, understanding him, feeling what she saw in his eyes - was almost expected, somehow. As though it was him all along, that their meeting here was destined to be. She was drowning in his eyes as he grew closer. It felt like a dream that she drifted through now, detached, removed, watching herself as he reached out to her and she returned the gesture. It was merely a brush of skin, at first, so light that it almost tickled; but then, terrified that he would disappear, that she would be left in the dark with her thoughts, she pressed her nose more firmly to his. Suddenly it wasn't a dream anymore - it was real - he was real -- She needed him to prove that he was real. "Stay," she implored, an urgent whisper that mingled with their shared breath, twirling through the darkness, a wild plea for salvation. "Talk talk talk." |
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@Kaj
