[SWP] ACT II: a pilgrimage made strange

[Atreus]

So give me life, give me fire
Cause I'm drowning in the ocean of you and I

Curiosity pulled against him like the moon to the ocean’s current. He was driven to get out and explore, to sniff out the source of what was happening and why it was happening. It had been an eruption, obviously, but… the volcano everyone had seen off in the distance had never been there before.

But not even his thirst for the unknown could overpower his need to stay with Fiona and comfort her during those dark, dismal days of uncertainty. Together they waited out the downpour of ash, Atreus often hanging his wing over her petite form and pressing gently against her, a tender reminder that she wasn’t alone in facing this. He attempted to distract her with conversation and showing her some of the things he had collected over his years outside of Novus, items like books, rare flowers and other trinkets he didn’t often take out for anyone to see.

When the day came that the ash cleared and gave way to what might be considered a typical morning, the two of them finally ventured out of the citadel to join the others. The lingering particles tickled his nose and tried to irritate his eyes, but his focus fell only to Fiona and the strange bridge that stretched endlessly across the sea to somewhere none of them could see. It was suspicious, and Atreus regarded the structure with apprehension. Truth be told, he didn’t want Fiona to step foot on it – but he also knew better than to try and hold her back or doubt her capabilities. She had already proven to him that she was so much stronger than what met the eye.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips when the sound of her voice washed over the thoughts in his mind, and turning his head, he pressed his nose tenderly into her neck before taking those first few steps onto the bridge. “Always.”

"Speaking."

@Fiona <3

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