The Past Tastes Bittersweet

He was doing so good at keeping his emotions from taking center stage across his facade. The last time they had had a reunion, the titan had been in Maija's paws, unable to keep his emotions in check whereas she had been the stoic one. But the tables had turned now. She was falling apart at his paws and Taurig was desperately trying to restrain himself from going to her. If he went to her, everything would go to hell. If he went to comfort her, he knew there was no way that he would be able to keep himself from her. He would seek her out as much as he could, try to integrate himself back into her life and if the father of her new child returned, he would chase the bastard off. He would do everything in his power to reclaim his golden treasure...That was something that couldn't happen; something that he wouldn't let happen. She was no longer his to reclaim.


Silence followed his words. Had she taken his words well? Did she understand that he was trying to do what he thought was best for her? That even after all that he'd done, by allowing her to live her life as she'd been doing, he was trying to show her that he still loved her? He would never know. In the absence of words came the sound of movement and he could only assume it was Maija was who was moving. Was she getting ready to depart, leaving him with no parting words? He stood silently, a stone in the darkness, awaiting to see what was to happen next. After the storm she'd dragged him through, he didn't expect her to want to be near him any longer; being at a few paces away way surely enough for her? And then hell froze over. Maija's scent became overwhelming in his nostrils, her golden head pressing itself against his cobalt neck. All rational thought fled from his mind, his heart slamming against his ribcage, threatening to break free of its cage and deposit itself at Maija's paws. Right then, every once of iron will broke.


Without thinking, the titan would curl his ebony chin around Maija's nape, holding the golden woman to him. His scarred features remained as emotionless as before, the only clue to his surfacing emotions coming from the flattening of his ears and slashing of his tail. If hearing her tell him all the things she felt and had done hurt, touching her again burned him. Her touch seared his cobalt flesh as memories of their many embraces and loving touches flooded his mind. As each took its turn, the want to fix things only grew. She rubbed her cheek against his own and the titan found himself returning the gesture, pretending for just that single solitary moment in time that things were just as they had been before. That they were still man and wife, living happily together on their little island with their children and extended family. It was such a beautiful moment, to simply feel Maija, to know that she still loved him, even if her loving him was going to kill him. His mind screamed at him to let her go, to push her away and reject any of her advances, but his body and heart would not comply. He savored the moment as long as he could, knowing that this was quite possibly the last time that he would ever feel something like this.


"Burn Baby Burn"