[P] where the light breaks through

[Fiona]

The birds are singing in your eyes today
Sweet flowers blossom in your smile

The music serenaded them, twisting and twirling her about and about. The soft fabric of the scarf that had been draped about her shoulders shimmered in the dim light, and as she moved it shifted, whispering across her skin. Fiona’s lavender eyes watched the man across from her with curiosity and intrigue and, perhaps something else that she wasn’t quite sure that she could identify. Oh, Atreus had occupied her thoughts much ever since their chance encounter in the swamp, and every moment thereafter.

He was a constant presence in her mind, one that she did not try and push away. He was her knight in shining armor who had rescued her from the floods and the fire of her home. He was a rock at her side through everything that had happened in Terrastella, she realized. From their joint appointment to champions, to Asterion’s ascension as Sovereign, the appearance of the hospital, the disasters and now. Fiona looked upon Atreus and found that she wanted him to stay there, at her side, through whatever else may come.

If her heart skipped a beat, her face did not betray it.

And yet, through every twist and turn he grew impossibly closer to her until he was but a mere few inches away. She could feel the heat of his body on her skin, and when his shoulder brushed against hers, her cheeks ignited with warmth. Her lavender eyes fell away bashfully, the barest of smiles turning up the corner of her lips. But it was his voice that drew her gaze back to him, soft lilac meeting bright gold. His words reached through the din of the music and laughter and talking and she thought no, no.

And then his head was next to hers, his mouth by her ear, and she was pressing her nose against his neck. She was leaning into him, all along thinking, no, I would never tear you to pieces. She thought that she would only ever build him up, if he would let her. Then Fiona seemed to realize what she had done, the line she thought she had crossed, and she stepped back self consciously. The heat in her cheeks grew even warmer as she turned her head away, hiding her eyes behind the shining frame of her butterfly mask. Oh, how stupid she was. How foolish she felt, to have done such a silly thing.

Writing.

@Atreus c;