Dancing in the Dark
Feli
11-03-2019, 11:05 PM
Days had a tendency to come and go… far faster than he remembered. He had been without sight for some time now and he never considered just how much he’d miss being able to look upon the world. For all the things he’d seen, things he’d done as a mercenary in his youth, he took for granted the good things too. The beauty life had to offer. Hell, he was probably just getting sentimental… he heard that happened when you got old. Maybe Félicien wouldn’t have felt as bad if he could have seen his companion at least once… to truly know her face as well as her voice. The feel of her fur lightly brushing against his own. Yet, though he did not know Avalon’s face, he knew she had a beautiful heart and spirit that none could take from her. It was thanks to her that he was finding peace in whatever days he had left to walk this Earth. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was silly, feeling the way he did about her at such an age, yet, he didn’t deny those feelings… and he was glad that they were. It took becoming blind, old age, and the erupting volcano to agree to seek refuge within a pack. The idea when he was a younger man had been something unfathomable… but not dying alone sounded like a good idea. He was not afraid of death, nor had he ever been, but now, with his dearest and only remaining friend, he had a reason to want to wake up every day. The trip had taken a while… with his blindness and Avalon’s hip trouble rest stops had definitely been needed. He did not doubt that they would get there, however. The man took a small breath in as the sounds of waves against the shoreline met his ears. The air was cool, colder now that they were near the water, but he did not mind. Félicien shifted just a little closer to Avalon, stumbling slightly as the first bit of sand shifted underpaw. He did his best to watch his steps though, not wanting to worry her by tumbling in the sand. He had yet to admit it aloud but… it was because of Avalon he was even still part of the world. He valued her more than himself, his own values… and thus it had seen him live to be a blind old man. A small smile touched his lips. Funny how life didn’t work the way you expected it to… ...it wouldn’t give you what you wanted all the time… but a tendency to give you what was needed… “Fret not, mon aime… I do not plan to go rolling on the ground anytime soon.” His words were spoken calmly, with a hint of softness he had taken to using around the woman. They soon settled in a spot. There was a lack of wind, thankfully, so it allowed the man to focus more easily on Avalon’s words. He listened, a frown at first, but then he gave a sad smile, shaking his head as he replied to her. “Non, Avalon. It’s not over. Not yet. Several chapters may have come and gone… but our stories are not finished until our last breath.” He took a breath of the salty air. “...but this is the location of one of those chapters, non?” When he spoke again his voice was softer. “...will you share it with me?” They knew little of each other’s past and yet, in some regard, it hadn’t mattered. They focused on the present… which was not necessarily the worst thing to do. But Avalon had wanted to bring him here. This place meant something to her… and that piqued his interest. What memories lay here… and what memories would be made that night? |