Well pardon my manners, just something about you turns me to a savage
He has thought about this day countless times now. Has laid awake in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to pull answers from all the shadows and the silence. A tangle of thoughts about what he should do, what he shouldn't do, what he shouldn't have done. Throughout it all though, one truth has remained unwavering, and that's the one he's chosen to let guide him through this mess.
He misses her.
Maybe not as fully as Safrin would prefer, as if she's the same as his drawn breath. Not the way her siblings would like, as if she is the sun to his world, someone he can orbit, someone he depends upon to light up his path alone. It doesn't change the way she's there on his mind with each shallow breath he brings in just before he falls asleep. Or the way she sparks fresh in his thoughts when the dawn breaks through the window and dusts Ruby and Steve with gold. She's there in the market when he sees something he thinks she'd like, and in the moments when he's having fun and wants to share it equally with her. He misses her, in all the ways he knows how, and all the new ones he's figuring out, because he's never had to lose someone important to him until her.
He leans his back against one of the wooden beams that rises over the stone base of the well. One leg stretches out straight, the other bending over the stone edge, his black joggers bunching loosely around the folds of his leg and over his sneakers. He's warm enough in his tan jacket, the collar pulled up over his neck as some stormy wind sweeps in on occasion, the blue of his henley shirt beneath visible. In his pocket, he thumbs the edges of a small gift, and behind him, a larger one is ready for the signal.
He waits for the sun to rise, in more ways than one he hopes today.
He misses her.
Maybe not as fully as Safrin would prefer, as if she's the same as his drawn breath. Not the way her siblings would like, as if she is the sun to his world, someone he can orbit, someone he depends upon to light up his path alone. It doesn't change the way she's there on his mind with each shallow breath he brings in just before he falls asleep. Or the way she sparks fresh in his thoughts when the dawn breaks through the window and dusts Ruby and Steve with gold. She's there in the market when he sees something he thinks she'd like, and in the moments when he's having fun and wants to share it equally with her. He misses her, in all the ways he knows how, and all the new ones he's figuring out, because he's never had to lose someone important to him until her.
He leans his back against one of the wooden beams that rises over the stone base of the well. One leg stretches out straight, the other bending over the stone edge, his black joggers bunching loosely around the folds of his leg and over his sneakers. He's warm enough in his tan jacket, the collar pulled up over his neck as some stormy wind sweeps in on occasion, the blue of his henley shirt beneath visible. In his pocket, he thumbs the edges of a small gift, and behind him, a larger one is ready for the signal.
He waits for the sun to rise, in more ways than one he hopes today.
Kaisel
Got me running in circles around you to please you, I do what I need to
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
