A I O N
He isn't used to feeling this way--just a few months prior he had had everything he needed, even wanted. A content life, perhaps boring from the outside but complete all the same had been his, and his to share. His blackberry lips quirked upwards at the corners, twisting into a knowing smirk: only the uninformed could have called a life with Eros boring. He knew better; his boyfriend was anything but tame.
But the smile disappears quickly. It's too painful; those few seconds of blissful joy came at the cost of a knife twisting farther into his heart, slipped neatly between the spaces separating his ribs. To remove it would be fatal, lest he bleed out in the streets; to leave it in was nothing less than agonizing. Every beat of hi heart seemed a painful reminder of what he was missing, his other half, his better half.
And no, he was not just being dramatic. Or so he claimed.
It was why he could welcome the distraction of the star-glazed woman standing at his side, with her frozen hair and stormy gaze, whose company (he hoped) might be enough to clear his thoughts at least for the night, like a strong wind clearing the fog from the mountains. A sorry replacement for the company he longed for he knew, but he could drive the resentment out for now.
Out of sight, out of mind; or so he told himself when it came time to sleep at night.
"I know too well of being lost..." Her words are quiet, so that he has to lean in to hear them.
So he was right; there were storms in her eyes all right, the tempest of a person who’d seen heartbreak and trial of her own but lived on in spite of it. Perhaps they weren’t so different as their appearances suggested; Aion had seen stranger things occur. But she doesn’t seem nearly so guarded as he: he longs to ask, to question her sanity and her temper alike, to beg for an answer to the unanswerable. What have you gone through, how do you live through it with a smile, with that innocence? Can you teach me? Pain rules his life, it has for a while now: long before he came to Novus, before even he met Eros. He has always carried this chip on his shoulder, and it was one he was loathe to remove in the fear that it would take with it his excuses, his reasons for refusing to socialize and make friends.
But maybe, she could become a friend: his very first since winding up lost in Novus. His first friend in a long while.
"I'm Aion." His voice was equally quiet, an unspoken agreement between them. "It's nice to meet you." And for all the frost and daggers he had hid in is voice only moments before, his words were now simcere. He turned his head to her and offered a small, hardly perceptible smile.
"You aren't lost, too, are you? All the dancing and festivities are happening in the other direction." He tilted his eyes upwards to the sky, watching a stray lantern drift lazily, closer and closer to where they were standing.
@Aislinn <3
"talking."
But the smile disappears quickly. It's too painful; those few seconds of blissful joy came at the cost of a knife twisting farther into his heart, slipped neatly between the spaces separating his ribs. To remove it would be fatal, lest he bleed out in the streets; to leave it in was nothing less than agonizing. Every beat of hi heart seemed a painful reminder of what he was missing, his other half, his better half.
And no, he was not just being dramatic. Or so he claimed.
It was why he could welcome the distraction of the star-glazed woman standing at his side, with her frozen hair and stormy gaze, whose company (he hoped) might be enough to clear his thoughts at least for the night, like a strong wind clearing the fog from the mountains. A sorry replacement for the company he longed for he knew, but he could drive the resentment out for now.
Out of sight, out of mind; or so he told himself when it came time to sleep at night.
"I know too well of being lost..." Her words are quiet, so that he has to lean in to hear them.
So he was right; there were storms in her eyes all right, the tempest of a person who’d seen heartbreak and trial of her own but lived on in spite of it. Perhaps they weren’t so different as their appearances suggested; Aion had seen stranger things occur. But she doesn’t seem nearly so guarded as he: he longs to ask, to question her sanity and her temper alike, to beg for an answer to the unanswerable. What have you gone through, how do you live through it with a smile, with that innocence? Can you teach me? Pain rules his life, it has for a while now: long before he came to Novus, before even he met Eros. He has always carried this chip on his shoulder, and it was one he was loathe to remove in the fear that it would take with it his excuses, his reasons for refusing to socialize and make friends.
But maybe, she could become a friend: his very first since winding up lost in Novus. His first friend in a long while.
"I'm Aion." His voice was equally quiet, an unspoken agreement between them. "It's nice to meet you." And for all the frost and daggers he had hid in is voice only moments before, his words were now simcere. He turned his head to her and offered a small, hardly perceptible smile.
"You aren't lost, too, are you? All the dancing and festivities are happening in the other direction." He tilted his eyes upwards to the sky, watching a stray lantern drift lazily, closer and closer to where they were standing.
@Aislinn <3
"talking."
rhiann art
