Antarctic Symphony

Albion was heavy and his claws were sharp, they gripped the ice with the weight of him behind it. Scylla could hold him and be assured that he wasn’t going anywhere. There to support her for as long as she needed, he’d always be standing for her. Seeing the aftermath of the storm with her, both through the ice and through the storm that swirled between them while she was gone. He’d missed her, and he felt like he’d been put on his head without her. Forever changed from the youth she had grown up with. He could assuredly assume the same could be said for her. A long time had passed, and so much could happen in a day.

While the beauty around them was breathtaking, he felt himself enjoying having the affection of Scylla again. He leaned over so his lips could brush the top of her head as she rubbed against his shoulder. He sighed and relaxed there on the ice with her, as the moon’s light played upon their forms. Then she was speaking, apologizing and asking forgiveness for the time she had been gone. For acting as though the distance didn’t hurt.

He remained silent for a moment longer as she shifted to his chest, peering up at him as she again asked for pardon. Their eyes meeting as she promised to never leave his side again. "Of course, Scylla.” Mostly, he was relieved more than anything. He hated thinking that she didn’t need him as much as he needed her. He lifted one of his feline like paws to her cheek, "And I’ll be here for you… always.” He promised her as the corners of his lips pulled back.

"Albion Baskara Klien"