JUDE
the light of dawn is coming
If it would be easier, it would be an action held within her hands and not his own. Call it pettiness, trauma, or some greater weight but Jude prefers to linger in this space of granting or denying her suggestions. It gives him control, no matter how fragile or flimsy. Something he’s never exactly had with her and her actions in the past. Or anywhere in his life. Maybe he’ll learn that there’s more control to be had in the leading and offering, but it won’t be today.
He shakes his head, curls swaying over his brow and tickling at his eyelashes which are held low. “No, I started left of the path.” And there’s nothing more to say after that. Nothing pertinent to this strange, almost transactional moment they’ve entered at least. At least Jude is able to focus on the search - it helps ease the straining edges of his heart and how they pull tighter with every moment she remains within reach.
Jude straightens at his name as if pulled by a string wrapped around his spine. It hurts to answer so automatically, so instinctively even after all this time. They’ve spent more time hurting over one another than they did in love and happy, so when would it stop hurting? “Yeah, ‘course.” The asking isn’t the threat, it’s the potential for harm that the actual question might bring. But in the end he can’t yet forbid her the first step of that equation.
He shakes his head, curls swaying over his brow and tickling at his eyelashes which are held low. “No, I started left of the path.” And there’s nothing more to say after that. Nothing pertinent to this strange, almost transactional moment they’ve entered at least. At least Jude is able to focus on the search - it helps ease the straining edges of his heart and how they pull tighter with every moment she remains within reach.
Jude straightens at his name as if pulled by a string wrapped around his spine. It hurts to answer so automatically, so instinctively even after all this time. They’ve spent more time hurting over one another than they did in love and happy, so when would it stop hurting? “Yeah, ‘course.” The asking isn’t the threat, it’s the potential for harm that the actual question might bring. But in the end he can’t yet forbid her the first step of that equation.
ready to return everything the darkness stole
