May your past be the sound
The funeral had been hard, though least of all for him. He hadn't known the woman, the queen, the mother of his lover. After seeing her likeness painted over and over again, and hearing stories of her here and there, he felt he had known her, in some ways at least. Her similarity in appearance to Kia couldn't be denied, and her tenacity for life seemed to be genetic too - he felt like he could have been friends with her, could have respected her as a queen, could have enjoyed hearing about her life before portals came and disrupted everything.He gave the hand he was holding a squeeze, as they made their way through the settlement. But when it came time to enter the house, he gave a gentle tug, a silent nod to the path that would take them on a wander through the ruins that littered the place, a hint of a smile softening his expression.
He didn't know for certain if she needed to walk, to move, but he knew he was feeling too restless to lock themselves back up in to a house for the afternoon. Let them walk, let them move and stretch their legs, and get this restless energy out of their system. He lifted the hand he held to his lips to press a kiss to it. He had no surprises in store for her here, just himself, his company, his heart.
"What's on your mind?" he asked softly, knowing full well what the answer might be, and asking anyway, prepared to catch her should she need him, prepared to hear her out, no matter what she might need to say.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
