My my, how things CHANGE
11-17-2014, 03:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-17-2014, 03:47 AM by Crucifix.)
As through his touch had been the key that unlocked her life and returned her to this world her eyes would open and the wolf-carved snow would come to life. He looked into her purple gaze and saw the soul of his friend inside them. Something in him lossened and unclenched, he breathed for the first time since things had fine awry between and time has put distance between their forms. It seemed all his friends fell away from him one after another as they moved on with their lives and left him alone in his. As he saw the life of this snow angel he realised that it had been her absence that had left him the most lonely and cold. A part of him had frozen up in his friends absence, changing him with its loss and he could physically feel it. As he thought about his mental reaction he took in account something else as well, his mind working even as she spoke and heard her gentle voice caress her name he realised the truth in the thought they had never been apart. They hadn't been separated persay but put on hiatus, and now in this moment as he looked in her eyes he wondered if his life with sibelle had been a gap fuller until she returned to him. He froze with the thought, mentally and physically he shut down and when he moved aaon it was to recoil. His feet did not move but his eyes widened and his ears flattened agiinst his skull.in these moments Othello had moved towards him, her sudden warmth against his chest startled him and hid her eyes from the subtle reactions he gave to his thoughts. No, he could not truly believe that that could be how things where. The thought of losing sibelle now gave him physical pain like something clenched about his heart and squeezed, draining with it his will and life. No, after all he had done for sibelle, fighting tooth and claw, and mentally for her to be with him he could not simply shake it off and call it a gap year. There where two separate truths here and one did not balance out the other, could not live in the same heart. He could not believe Othello was a part of him in a way that could not be seperated, that they breathed eachothers air no matter the distance between them and no in the same breath that he could not live without sibelle, that he would die for her, kill for her, wait for her breath to breathe life into his existance. The troubles that had plagued the couple of late had not diminished his love for sibelle, it d strengthened it, tied him further to her and told him that her safety and happiness where a part of her life, without them he could not live. He did not want to look closer to his mind now when it betrayed him so and tore him in two direcrions, he did not trust his heart and mind in this matter. Besides, his life was chosen the moment Othello went with scorpion, their lives had gone down this track and they where set to it now. Othello had decided for them, and he could not imagine straying from that path now. So, in utter contrast to his thoughts he lowered his chin gently over her heard, the gesture familiar and protective as he breathed in the scent of her and let the memories of their times together flood him. When he filled away he changed his stance to mirror hers automatically, moving with her like they where two parts of a whole. And so they wohld return to each other's life's in a style like they had never left it, like nothing huge and catastrophic yawned before them in the realisation of his thoughts and no touch of their past heartaches where felt in the words they shared. As she spoke he would see something elseu in her, she had always been a fury of emotion and even with the feeling he could swear she must taste and share in the air before them there was little of her burn in the tone of her words. She seemed quiter, more drawn in on herself and he couldnt help a twitch of his lips at the memory of her rage turned against him. She had always been a being of such fantastic life, yet he didn't feel the difference was borne from awkwardness in their reuniting. He would take a breath, dismissing the thoughts and answering her. "its been big. And important, naturally he told her slyly. "strange actually" he admitted softly with a truer smile. "its a suprisingly friendless job, perhaps that's what makes this reunion the sweeter" he lied, like it was his current situation that made seeing her the more treasurable, it was all in the moment itself, no matter how much time had passed or the events between. "Othello" he stopped, pausing before he was able to start again. "your welcome on my land, to stay as long as you need" hoping above hopes that she would somehow miss the raw emotion in hos voice, that echo beneath that begged her to turn around now and leave before her presence brought chaos to her life, and the other echo begging her to stay, stay her with him before he found out what her leaving for a second time might feel like. "words" |
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