Rouge
There are words she does not speak and things she does not say. Their absence hangs in the midday air, and he feels himself aching for them. She breathes, slow and steady; she chuckles, but does not tell him why. He does not ask; would it not be hypocritical of him to? He had told her nearly nothing of himself, how could he expect her to relay the details of her life to him? Instead, Rouge walks, wing still carefully draped over her, the path ahead of them worn and familiar. There is little he can say to be a comfort to her as she tells him she was safer there, wherever that was. "I know, Reckitt." He says, slowly and simply. Was there sense in arguing a point?
Though he is her protector now, he knows he won't need to be forever - there is strength within her that she does not see in herself, and he was willing to help her in any way he could. However, there is a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach...a part of him that wants to see her through to an end (what that end was, he wasn't sure). The way she speaks of peace, of how badly she longs for it, intrigues him. Did he have to let her go? "They are the predator and we are prey," Rouge states, then looks into her amber eyes. Maybe it was the air in Amare, or maybe it was the way they shimmered in the sunlight, but they melted him completely, and he smiles. "But that thought, peace, it is wonderful, isn't it?"
He was a soldier, a warrior, he knew there would never truly be peace. There would always be a contrast - dark and light, day and night, good and evil - but the thought of harmony...huh, it was pretty nice.
Reckitt's knees buckle a tad as they walk over a rise in the ground, he is there to catch her, his body strong against hers. Her next words cause him to let out a loud belly laugh. "I suppose I should explain," He says, shaking his head. "We are traveling to Delumine, to Dawn Court. It is peaceful there, and I'm sure you'll love it." He pauses, thinks on it. "There, we worship of God named Oriens, the God of Dawn, thus the name stands." He wouldn't call his relationship with the God strong, or say even that he worshipped him - no, Rou had too many bad experiences with the omnipotent in the past...what his Court did wasn't a reflection on his own beliefs. Maybe in time, but not now. He doesn't say this of course, instead opting for a smile and a few kind words. "We're family there."
And that, they were.
Though he is her protector now, he knows he won't need to be forever - there is strength within her that she does not see in herself, and he was willing to help her in any way he could. However, there is a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach...a part of him that wants to see her through to an end (what that end was, he wasn't sure). The way she speaks of peace, of how badly she longs for it, intrigues him. Did he have to let her go? "They are the predator and we are prey," Rouge states, then looks into her amber eyes. Maybe it was the air in Amare, or maybe it was the way they shimmered in the sunlight, but they melted him completely, and he smiles. "But that thought, peace, it is wonderful, isn't it?"
He was a soldier, a warrior, he knew there would never truly be peace. There would always be a contrast - dark and light, day and night, good and evil - but the thought of harmony...huh, it was pretty nice.
Reckitt's knees buckle a tad as they walk over a rise in the ground, he is there to catch her, his body strong against hers. Her next words cause him to let out a loud belly laugh. "I suppose I should explain," He says, shaking his head. "We are traveling to Delumine, to Dawn Court. It is peaceful there, and I'm sure you'll love it." He pauses, thinks on it. "There, we worship of God named Oriens, the God of Dawn, thus the name stands." He wouldn't call his relationship with the God strong, or say even that he worshipped him - no, Rou had too many bad experiences with the omnipotent in the past...what his Court did wasn't a reflection on his own beliefs. Maybe in time, but not now. He doesn't say this of course, instead opting for a smile and a few kind words. "We're family there."
And that, they were.
im not afraid of leaving, not of god & not of death.
@Reckitt dis sucks im sorry xD
