you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
He had, when he named her, never realized how fitting her name would be -- he had struggled for hours over his decision, to find a name the child within his womb would feel at-home with, one befitting the child of a god, no matter how much of a surprise that child had been at first. Theodosia: supreme gift, given by God. Perhaps originally he had never wanted this gift, but now he had found that his life was far richer with his daughter in it.
“I think she'd be happy to meet you, one day,” And he wonders if that day will come, and if the horned stallion will still remember him then -- he doesn't expect anything to come from this meeting, just the brief feeling of companionship.
He thinks he wouldn't mind if he met Toro again, however.
“I can show you the path down,” He volunteers softly, sea-glass eyes glancing towards the lengthening shadows past the cave mouth. If they leave now, there was still time to reach the base of the mountain by deep dusk, no matter which side that might be on.
(Would Toro head for the Night Market and the streets of the Dusk Court he had not yet been brave enough to venture? Or towards the Sun and the Court that worshipped it, the desert he'd only heard about?)
“speaking.”
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
