Just Sleep
07-20-2014, 09:13 PM
Joy filled the male's heart as the woman came slowly out of her sorrows. It was mesmerizing, watching the fire spread back through her in response to the words he had just spoken. He was glad to have been here. Glad to have meet Avalon. Glad that he had been able to see her and understand the pain she felt, and been able to help her come to terms with it. Sometimes that's all it took. Sometimes the soft and simple approach was what spoke volumes. But, then, he supposed, it really and honestly was as simple as that. The fact of the matter is that at the end of the day you are still alive. And every day you can accomplish that in the face of the evil of this world, you have won. Because you are still alive. They can take your land, take your family, take your body, But no shear display of force can Take. Your. SOUL! Not unless you let them. That. That was by definition, Defiance. And Defiance felt good. Defiance was also contagious. Infectiously so. That's why as the fire started to billow back up in Avalon, the fires inside Newol set ablaze all the more. It reflected in his eyes off of her. That was but one of the meany lessons Newol had for this world. It was also one of the reason why he understood pain so well.
It hurt, wanting to leave the world a better place than you found it. It hurt because it was just so damn hard. There was just so much work to do and you could go at it until the sun went down and feel like you've gotten no where.
But when Avalon's face was buried in his neck, he came flying out of his stupor into a whole other plan of thought. A different set of realizations flooding over him, including a sobering taste of something much deeper than any of the politics outside. His eyes fell on her as she whispered to him. He was glad she had covered her face in his fur, because his expression faltered for a single second. A quiver of his lips as a pang of uncertainty waved in his skull. Could he be a certain as she was. Could he say that he would never give up? What would happen if when the time came, and the moment he needed this family of his, in scattered for cover and he was left standing the field alone? But in her words he found his answer. Because she was right. She was right that he was right. Even if that would come to pass, even then he wouldn't be alone. Because with him would descend a legion of angry voices with him in his final defiant bellow. So it w as not only to her that he spoke with his next words, his voice cool and soothing and calm. Soft to the ears. "Never. Even if in body you are the only one there, the Riddles In The Dark walk with you. Everything and everyone that believed and believes there is happiness in this world."
What was it about this woman? What was it about her that made Newol want to grasp hold and cling for dear life. He believed in her. He believed that she understood now. And he believed that she wouldn't give up. He moved his body closer, to now be beside her, their sides pressed together. He brought his head up to rest on top of hers in a form of embrace. Again he was thankful she had closed her eyes, because even as his voice remained the same, his eyes got heavy as he grasped onto his own words just as hard as she, a single tear rolling off one eye. "We all stand paw in paw. This world's content is what we choose to make it. So we can't ever give up trying to make something better than what we found. That is the proper way to live."
What came next though, was something else. What came next was deep and personal and emotional. Now that Newol had found this woman, and now that he'd seen who she was, he didn't want to let go. Not yet. No. Something about her, something about her made him believe that he still could. He still could right some of the wrongs. She was like a dream almost. He was afraid that if he let go he'd never see her again. And he didn't want that to happen. So his next words where questioning, a little shy even. "Will you stay? Maybe we can walk our common road together for a little while." It wasn't much, but it was all he could manage. Now, now he wanted the sun to come out for Avalon just as much as his family. And he wanted to be beside her to see it happen.
It hurt, wanting to leave the world a better place than you found it. It hurt because it was just so damn hard. There was just so much work to do and you could go at it until the sun went down and feel like you've gotten no where.
But when Avalon's face was buried in his neck, he came flying out of his stupor into a whole other plan of thought. A different set of realizations flooding over him, including a sobering taste of something much deeper than any of the politics outside. His eyes fell on her as she whispered to him. He was glad she had covered her face in his fur, because his expression faltered for a single second. A quiver of his lips as a pang of uncertainty waved in his skull. Could he be a certain as she was. Could he say that he would never give up? What would happen if when the time came, and the moment he needed this family of his, in scattered for cover and he was left standing the field alone? But in her words he found his answer. Because she was right. She was right that he was right. Even if that would come to pass, even then he wouldn't be alone. Because with him would descend a legion of angry voices with him in his final defiant bellow. So it w as not only to her that he spoke with his next words, his voice cool and soothing and calm. Soft to the ears. "Never. Even if in body you are the only one there, the Riddles In The Dark walk with you. Everything and everyone that believed and believes there is happiness in this world."
What was it about this woman? What was it about her that made Newol want to grasp hold and cling for dear life. He believed in her. He believed that she understood now. And he believed that she wouldn't give up. He moved his body closer, to now be beside her, their sides pressed together. He brought his head up to rest on top of hers in a form of embrace. Again he was thankful she had closed her eyes, because even as his voice remained the same, his eyes got heavy as he grasped onto his own words just as hard as she, a single tear rolling off one eye. "We all stand paw in paw. This world's content is what we choose to make it. So we can't ever give up trying to make something better than what we found. That is the proper way to live."
What came next though, was something else. What came next was deep and personal and emotional. Now that Newol had found this woman, and now that he'd seen who she was, he didn't want to let go. Not yet. No. Something about her, something about her made him believe that he still could. He still could right some of the wrongs. She was like a dream almost. He was afraid that if he let go he'd never see her again. And he didn't want that to happen. So his next words where questioning, a little shy even. "Will you stay? Maybe we can walk our common road together for a little while." It wasn't much, but it was all he could manage. Now, now he wanted the sun to come out for Avalon just as much as his family. And he wanted to be beside her to see it happen.