humility uttered in the faintest decree, more drawn to apology — to remorse and regrets surfacing like they merely … ‘floated’.
“ … you are 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 .“
he speaks, relieved to witness.
——— a bow of his head, yet doused in a guilt unspoken as feet are slow to carry himself forward ; 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 her presence in… like it was the 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 time seeing her all over again.
“ 𝑛𝑜𝑡 anymore ….
not with what’s come to pass.”
⠀⠀⠀any burdens of her own were forgotten upon laying her eyes on him. heart and mind only now concerning themselves with his burdens.
“ 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ... ” she whispered﹐ loud enough for only him to hear. how was he here﹐ was ...
it has been— 𝑡ᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ.
in many ways to carry it, though the ache of his counterparts’ absence has never left thought.
𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠, yet he’s lost everything with nothing but… 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 to show for it.
or perhaps… ( guilt ).
not being there for her
being one of them.
Big enough to admit that alone, he’s more drawn to being something less ( intimidating ) ;
though, he knows it’s a lot.
Hᴇ’s a lot.
“ I am … a Prince of Atlantis. Yet— I have 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 seen 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 like you before. “
His voice started strong,
yet ended so… 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘥.
Something akin to understanding grazed his subconscious, suppressing the once initial apprehension — it’s replaced by an utter intrigue ; current rolling off Orm’s stature like a statue non complicit to ‘move’.
𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 a pinnacle of strength.
< 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.
"Oh, I am not afraid of sharks. They are merely as they are in their dwelling."
Hope says, luminous hand waves away such nonsense, who's freckles gleam like starlight — or that of a bioluminescent fish — up her arms and across her face as she spins, (+)
A phantom of ease relieves the subtle strain of a ‘royal’ complexion — so used to 𝐰𝐚𝐫.
To 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 and conquest ; strategy.
This place? 𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 him otherwise.
“ I find my mind is given clarity in this place, when troubled. “