It's the story of his life. Doing what he must. It had never been in his blood to back away from the tide, no matter how much it pulled at his hair and crashed against his sides, threatened to drag him so far out that he could no longer see the shore. Even now, as it dealt with something as delicate as his heart. An ugly broken thing that demanded to be loved, to be allowed to heal and move on from what had broken it in the first place, yet it was ever so fragile. It's pieces had fractures and his mind flared protectively as fire whipped into an inferno, to keep it from harm. He wouldn't flee. He would stand against the tide as the mountain did. He's glad at least, that Aislinn does not immediately admonish him, dismiss his confession with a callous flippancy or a scalding remark. The Herald knows that she is in the middle of this battleground, the stormsinger is friends with the Regent and Sovereign both. She knows the duality of their situation so intimately, having trodden there before. He wouldn't of held it against the Stormsinger if she had. No one should apologize for the whims of their heart, you can't help but fall in love. The sigh he hadn't known he'd held is released in a soft sigh, as she finally spoke. Her words soothe the tension laced within his muscles, gathered as the world continued to go on as they stood at this fork in the road. A hint of a smile ghosted his lips for a heartbeat in time. "Perhaps you are right." Isorath murmured back, oh so thoughtful and careful as he spoke, his mind caught on each hook and careful curl of his words. He would say the same to her, would he not? Tell her to be unapologetic in her love, regardless to who or what it was. What silence lingered between them is not laced with guilt and tension, the words shared between them have lightened it so. Lighter than the embers which crackled and rose into the air on the night wind, lighter than the laughter he heard behind him, echoing off of stone walls. He hardly felt the weight of the chains metaphorically wrapped around his slender frame, the burden of consequence seemed far away from here, even as they stood at the Crossroad. On the precipice of the stormsinger leaving to find her love, while he had to answer for his. It's hard to ignore the way her smile wobbled, or the way her eyes glittered with forbidden tears, and the Regent cannot abide to see such things upon her fierce countenance. "Come now." He said with a delicate, graceful smile on his maw. "Now is not the night for faltering smiles." A wing reached for her, their taloned fingers brushing against her midnight fur in a gentle, playful push, as her head dipped and replaced what been there with a grin. "You will see me again, I promise." He affirmed with a nod, his own head dipped in a bow of his own, as she went. The Regent lingered even after she became a trail of moondust and starlight, until finally his limbs woke and he turned, disappearing back into the confines of the citadel. TAG: @Aislinn NOTES: thank you so much for this thread ;o; I can't wait for them to interact again! |
