I paid the price and own the scars
why did we climb to fall so far ?
When she first extends herself towards him, she does not expect the brush of his skin against hers in return, thanking her for the comfort she so freely offers without thought to the gravity of the situation. Moira knows if she were in his shoes with the same weights upon her shoulders, she would very much like a friend for those trying times. Be that as it may, she feels more than sees him swish his tail, hearing it sigh behind them like a falling star streaking through the sky. Such a simple movement. But it is more than that, full of resignation for whatever may come. No matter what he wishes, he will find the ending one way or another.
Could she be there for him then to help ease whatever burdens may be lain upon him?
Would he only look at her, once more he would find the woman with conflict in her eyes, lip pressed between her teeth as it is nervously worked back and forth, and at last she would release it all and turn to him again. Ears move forward again, a smile replacing worry and indecision as he says her name again. So many in her family did not use her name for the longest of times. The first two years of her life, she was simply Anselme's daughter, for her mother was never mentioned amongst the family until Moira redeemed their name. It is strange to hear a stranger speak those two soft words so reverently, as though he cannot help but to use the fullness of it and feel it with every fiber of his being, letting the syllables and consonants resonate until they burst forth for her pleasure, and her pleasure alone. His words are as soft as the night that holds them close, and not even the wetness from the sea or silence of the gulls can untangle her from the spell he's woven so thoroughly.
The phoenix knows, somewhere deep down, she should feel the beginning of worry now that the sun has gone and she may not be able to find her way back into Denocte before the morning. The feeling never comes. Something is shifting, even now, and before he can say goodbye she raises her voice once more, the alto lilt as beautiful and mesmerizing as the meteor showers where you can wish you night away. "If you need a friend, I'm in Denocte. Just a letter away, Asterion, and I can return. Come what may, meet it on your terms, do not bend yourself into knots for those who will not change and would hurt you." Soft is the gold that no longer burns like fire in her eyes now that night is upon them, an open invitation hanging in the air even as he bids her farewell and turns.
Her stomach turns, too.
Moira was one step away from following him once more, calling out to ask for a way back, when the twilight man halts. There's something hopeful in the way he looks to her, something that makes her look to the ground with a small smile and a gentle nod. "I would like that very much, Asterion." And how his invitation brings her to life, a spring in her step as she moves like the river, so smooth and steady, to his side until they are once more neck and neck. At least now, she thinks, she won't have to find her way in the dark.
"Will you tell me of your home here, sometime? I've always loved to learn new things."
we made our love out of stacks of cards
@Asterion don't even sweat it, it's beautiful !
