Unlike them, don't walk away from my fear
I've busted bones, broken stones
Need and compulsion caused him to lean back into her protective threshold, wrapped and veiled, shrouded in his tendency to grow silent in the midst of melancholy. Perhaps he should’ve been happy, content, overwhelmed with excitement and enthrallment, at the capability of casting the same figments, the same glories. He could hear Amalia’s response, about its beauty, about Stone being proud (would she – he wondered – would she be proud?). He’d never quite known in the quiet, in the hushed reverberations, and he was half-inclined to hang his head, to bow against the moon and flicker apart; undeserving, unworthy undulations rippling through his veins. Maybe they were blessings; fire and water, curling in his blood long before he could ever bring them to live. Maybe they were nothing but circumstance, and he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to cherish that.
Amalia tightened her hold, an all-knowing compulsion, the strength he required in the moment, and he softened his rigid surface, his bewildered haze, brought back to the present in a few blinks, a few breaths. The jar in his hands, the water adorned and ready, everything else assembled for the quest. Yes, he could only talk in their bond, jaw clenched and shut tight, swallowing down too many memories, too many intricacies, in the serene glow, in the things laden between bones, ribs, and hearts. Then he followed through on the same pattern as before, taking them across rivulets and oasis, towards embankments, where they could adjourn and begin again.
(-FIN)
Amalia tightened her hold, an all-knowing compulsion, the strength he required in the moment, and he softened his rigid surface, his bewildered haze, brought back to the present in a few blinks, a few breaths. The jar in his hands, the water adorned and ready, everything else assembled for the quest. Yes, he could only talk in their bond, jaw clenched and shut tight, swallowing down too many memories, too many intricacies, in the serene glow, in the things laden between bones, ribs, and hearts. Then he followed through on the same pattern as before, taking them across rivulets and oasis, towards embankments, where they could adjourn and begin again.
(-FIN)
looked the devil in the eye
I hope he's going to break these chains
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