Can You Hear The Ocean?

Silence fell over them as he settled next to Aslatiel comfortably and she leaned her sweet head against him. He wrapped his own over her features, resting on her forehead and as he thought about how thankful he was for her. His life had been an absolute mess when she had arrived. Chrystelle was on the verge of total decline and he was a shell walking. Everything was so much different now with Asla, their home was different, their family, their spirits.

”No, I didn’t.” He believed the northern reaches would be his home forever, it was where his parents were buried, where his family was. Yet here he was, rescued from the cold reaches by this lovely woman. She continued, asking if he remembered their first night together. It wasn’t a real question because how could he ever forget that night? ”I’ll never forget.” He added softly as she went on, they were both morning a loss. Oce listened quietly as she told him of her love. She pulled away and he released her, his silvery gaze falling to her vibrant violet.

She loved her brother. Ocean hadn’t been expecting to hear those words fall from her lips. Nor did he quite understand why that had brought them together. He obviously wasn’t in the picture really. Maybe while he was yearning for Motif she had been doing the same for her lost love. Was he dead, or just gone? ”Does that change anything between us?” He asked hesitantly. He wanted to build what he felt kindled between them. She kept him from being overwhelmed by the sadness in his heart. Maybe it was only a bandaid to the grief within, but he wanted Aslatiel. Her full heart or not.