We all need a shinin' star on which we can depend
03-20-2016, 06:40 PM
Voltage couldn't help the warm smile that crept along his cheeks at the expression on her face. He couldn't help but feel happy that she seemed so affected by his pride in her. But he wouldn't bring it more to light than it was, no. He saw it, saw the way her eyes had sparkled in her happy way. He knew her well, even if they were seperated by years and he had only met her the day they had gone to bring the third litter home. But still, they were so close, as close as he could be with his siblings. He seemed to be a different Voltage with each of them, but each version of him was true and real and the best Voltage he could be. It was all them that made him live and thrive and be the best he could be, and with her it was his more soft and gentle side that came out. He lazed around with her, telling stories and staring up at the sky, looking at stars that had been there long before them, and would be there long after them aswell. He breathed in a deep breath as she looked around the sky for tonights story, his eyes sliding sidelong to watch her as she read the skies. When she pointed to an image in the stars, he shifted to press his shoulder against her and try to follow her line of sight. Perhaps he wasn't the best at reading the stars, nowhere near Caeli's level, not even close, so he couldn't quite see what she saw, but that wasn't the point. He didn't need to see them to feel the way he did, laying beside her and trying to paint pictures out of the little specks of light, listening to stories that inspired or were inspired from them. He let out a slow breath, feeling quietly giddy as she began to speak. He missed her stories, missed listening to her, missed these nights with every beat of his heart. He felt swept away as she spoke, telling her tale of two brothers, and he couldn't help but smile at the similarities. She, too, pointed that out, stating that it was just like him and Glace and he couldn't help but laugh before his gaze fell to her, watching so avidly as she spoke. He memorized every expression, every word, watched the way the stars danced in her eyes, in a way he had only ever seen with her. He had missed her. "So which one am I?" He said softly, voice gentle so as not to break the spell he was under, his head tilted slightly. "The mortal Castor, struck down in battle, or the immortal Pollux who followed his brother into death." He whispered softly, wondering where he stood in her story, and in her eyes. He never really tried to understand his position in their family, or what he meant in their eyes. But he couldn't help but wonder, if he and Glacier were placed in her story, which one he would be and if it even mattered at all. |
