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03-26-2013, 06:53 PM
Within the thick trees, the sparse wildflowers, the sting of salty air, this place, it had quickly become like a second nature to you. The unfamiliarity and newness had been a breath of fresh air to your stagnant life, plagued with memories of better times and lovelier things, compared to the stand-still you had been stuck in for too long. Where there was nothing, nothing but yourself and the things you failed to cherish as you should have, there is new purpose. Xanthos had described this place as home, the creatures living in it as family. And though you hadn't a single clue of what it had meant then, things had grown almost too clear. There is a strange burning in your chest as you recall the moment that it felt like you had finally learned to see, despite all those times when you had been a child, learning, watching, waiting——but it is not like the burning that you have always felt before. Instead it is release, warmth, comfort; it is something that you have finally begun to understand, despite your foolishness in believing you had known it before: love. You smirk, shrugging the notion from your thin shoulders, shirking the idea like you always had before, but your heart catches it, cradles it close, to nourish, to fill in the gaps and cavities that had been born of the boy and his sheep skin, hiding wolf-teeth, the man that was nothing more than a ghost——shadows and dust. Even if you cannot fully understand it still, fully know it, the way you once would have killed for, the meager grasp you have is held with an iron grip, long fingers, never to be lost, never to be let go. 'T-Thor, mister Thor?' It is within moments of a half-hearted search that you find her, her slight body riddled with youth surprising you. She shivers and shies at every sound, every movement, and while the part of you lacking maternal instinct, deprived still of a sense of decency and benevolence, wants to tell her the things she should be afraid of, you smile warmly as you can in an attempt to quell her fears, flicking heavy hair from your lily-white face carved from marble. 'Who might you be?' You pause in front of her, several arm's-lengths away from her fragile bones, young and small, your expression, aside from the lingering smile, as impassive as ever. * so uh. this went downhill quickly. <_____< i blame my boyfriend for making me want to watch LotR. |
