Roana’s head shot up in a split second, eyes wide and jaw slack from shock. That voice. She would never forget his voice, or his appearance, or his anything really. She stared, agape, unmoving, shocked to stillness. ”Brahm…?” she breathed, her voice hitching slightly as her eyes began to glisten. Slowly she rose to her feet, eyes trained on him, unblinking; as if the slightest glance away would make him disappear.
But she did not run to him. As much as her legs wished to push her forward, compel her into his embrace, cautiousness stopped her. Could it really be him?
”Of course I was. And you never turned up…until now.” she said quietly, feeling the hope she had felt moments before begin to sink in her gut. ”You did not appear until I asked for an audience with the god who guides spirits to the afterlife, to ask if you were amongst them.” But he was so real, so much like her Brahm. The teasing, the lopsided smile, the way he filled a room both in physical size and in sheer presence. Her heart was fighting her logic. It was too coincidental, it was too perfect in its timing. Why here, why now…and from where? There weren’t exactly many places for a man of Brahm’s size to hide, nor could he have come in behind her without her noticing for the same reasons. The Captain in her shouted at her that this was nothing but an illusion or hallucination, but the woman in her yearned to reach for him, to hold him close and never let go again.
But she did not run to him. As much as her legs wished to push her forward, compel her into his embrace, cautiousness stopped her. Could it really be him?
”Of course I was. And you never turned up…until now.” she said quietly, feeling the hope she had felt moments before begin to sink in her gut. ”You did not appear until I asked for an audience with the god who guides spirits to the afterlife, to ask if you were amongst them.” But he was so real, so much like her Brahm. The teasing, the lopsided smile, the way he filled a room both in physical size and in sheer presence. Her heart was fighting her logic. It was too coincidental, it was too perfect in its timing. Why here, why now…and from where? There weren’t exactly many places for a man of Brahm’s size to hide, nor could he have come in behind her without her noticing for the same reasons. The Captain in her shouted at her that this was nothing but an illusion or hallucination, but the woman in her yearned to reach for him, to hold him close and never let go again.
Roana
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
Took an oath, imma stick it out to the end
