May your past be the sound
They were a pair, both baffled by their insecure thoughts that plagued them, both wondering at how they had come to deserve the other, both too scared to question it directly lest they reveal that neither of them are in fact worthy. But the love he felt for her wasn't something she even had to earn - his affection had no cost associated with it, no caveat, no conditions for her meet. It was freely given, and he had a lot of it to give.There is a warmth, a sort of accomplished contentedness that blooms within him, when he feels the gentle pressure of her head against his chest. The way her arms linger about his middle even as his forms a sort of protective cocoon over her bring him comfort even as he provides it to her - they stabilise each other, without directly realising it.
The funeral had been decorated with portraits upon portraits of the woman, and in every one he had also seen her, Kiada, the daughter from another world. Though the logic of the whole alternate universes might go over Chuy's head, he could not deny that the woman was certainly Kia's mother, and that Kia herself exuded many of her traits, physically and in other ways too. A matching smile softened his expression as he looked down to her, letting a mellow little laugh rumble through him at her words.
"Pretty sure she passed most of those traits onto you," he gaze a gentle squeeze of his hands, reflecting on when Kia had quite recently demonstrated her tenacity for fighting for what she cared for. A few more quiet strides, a handful more moments of introversion, before he spoke again, to bring her back to him, here, in the present. "How did she come to be Queen here?"
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
