[P] where the light breaks through

[Atreus]

over the moaning bones
of those who quit and chose to remain

 
In the time it takes to draw a breath, Atreus felt a rare sliver of worry pierce him and settle somewhere beneath the skin. Right here, right now in this very moment, there were no lies to weave, no truths to keep tucked carefully away in the furthest reaches of his mind, no – right here and right now, the truth had been laid bare for Fiona’s ears only, however vague they might have come across.

But then, he feels her touch, warm and comforting and everything the poisoner hadn’t felt in numerous years. Just as quickly as it had happened, though, it’s gone, and he’s lost. Already he’s addicted, yearning for more and prepared to do anything for just a little more. Drawing back just enough to get a good look at her, a frown mars the features of his dark face when he realizes that she’d turned her head away from him. The folds of her mask effectively hide her lilac gaze from him, but he’s determined, maybe even desperate to look within their depths once more. It is perhaps, for the first time in many moons, Atreus is truly bothered and wholly concerned.

“Why do you turn away?” His query comes as the distant song nears its crescendo, rising with the same intensity as his very own heart. Carefully, foolishly, he reaches out toward her, beckoning for her to return to him so that he may relish in her closeness and soak in the comfort she provides him. In an effort to coax her back, he attempts to graze his muzzle across the petite bridge of her nose, ready to pull away if she showed signs of wanting naught to do with it. Should she allow it, he whispers gently, “I prefer you nearer to me – just as you were.”

@Fiona
 
“Speaking.”

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