I may have tricked myself

hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights
lost in sleepless lullabies

Part of him would like to see her bite into someone that did try to interrupt them, but instead of voicing that fact the Flood simply laughs it off, content to relish in the soft touch of her hands along his back, along his dark hair flecked with silver. It isn’t until her fingers drift to reach the smaller plumes between his shoulders that he finds it in him to respond, working diligently (and perhaps because she’d managed to open him up so easily) to keep the shutters of his mind from closing her out.

He lifts his head, propping his chin just below her collarbone to peer up at her with warm steel, perhaps for one of the first times. “I was what my father called a soft child. It’s why he hated me so much. It’s why I keep it buried.” He pauses, considering his next words. “Nothing good ever came from letting it out, so I stopped.” Even now, here in Caido. But as far as being humble? He was. He never felt as strong or as powerful as he is. And it often came with the reminders from others at how far he’s come, when he feels little more important than he had when he’d first arrived.

A nobody. Despite bearing a moniker the entire world knew.

the flood

heaven's dreaming thoughtless thoughts,
my friends, we know we'll be ghosts again

totally sniped from odd ilu