Érzelem

He scooped her up, felt the quick beating of her heart and the warmth of her body as they pushed against him. Sometimes, when she wasn’t staring him down with a gaze of death, he remembered that she was a soft, flimsy feeling creature. The litheness of her body at odds to the fiery strength of her. She felt soft in his grip, limp, and frightened. It set his own heart racing, it made him want to kill whatever frightened her. If there were storm gods in the crashing, thundering world beyond, he would have left the den then and there to battle with them. Futile as that might be.

“I’m here” he whispered, the feeling of regret and remorse hidden in the eyes he buried against her coat. He should have come here faster. His heart fluttered against its rib cage, as he thought of her alone and fearful, waiting for him.

He jumped when Io’s voice sounded behind him. He had almost forgotten his sister, wrapped up as he was in the arms of his wife. He released Zee, turning, and for a moment it might seem that his eyes flashed a warning, before the Titan got to grips with himself. This was not some unknown enemy at the gate, this was Iolaire, his little Sun, with the warmth of her smile and the heat of a calming tea. Sometimes, being in the presence of Zee did things to his head.

Here she was, explaining the delay in his absence, already pouring a tea for his frightened beloved. Not a single word of spite, or judgement in her soft tone. He was suddenly grateful for her calming presence, sometimes Zee and Sirus’s emotions bounced off each other, until it became a torrent. If Io hadn’t entered, Sirius might just have done something stupid, like attack the wind.