flowers. of home. rerir inhales deeply, feeling the scent dissipate inside the void where his heart should be, lost amidst the rot. ﹚
how can i rest ... when you still haven't given me your answer?
﹙ bones ache within the embrace, flesh and muscle and sinew giving rerir far too much distance from his beloved. he's thankful nonetheless, body easing under her ministrations, her forgiveness. the rerir from many moons past would have wept,
﹙ tholindis stays in place , gaze only softening further upon lovers visage . ﹚
i won’t leave , i promise . i’m always with you , my love .
﹙ letting go of his hand and cheek now to grant a long since needed embrace , centuries of loneliness and pain washing away like—-﹚
grateful. but now? his arms wrap around delicate figure, ghosting; hesitant, afraid. scared of causing any further harm, any further ache. not to his tholindis. it was not worth such a risk.﹚
rest ...
﹙ so close, her skin smells of
﹙ rerir sighs, lost in her warmth. her touch. such simple bliss. ﹚
i did it all for you, always ... you'll stay with me, right? you— don't leave me ... forgive me ...
﹙ her touch is red-hot, scalding in its purity —— rerir's fragmented soul quivers in relief, thankful to still recognise the warmth of love. he stares, speechless, and even the abyss lurking within settles beneath her, preening against
﹙ still delicate hands reach out to take the clawed hand in both of hers , still warm . still tender even with him now . ﹚ rerir .. what has happened to you , mm .ᐣ
﹙ slowly , carefully , she lowers onto one knee , one hand extending out to cup bandaged cheek . ﹚
undeserved affections. ﹚
tholindis ...
﹙ —— that smile would have shattered him further. but rerir can only manage a strained, self-depricating chuckle. hopeless, even when he leans into her touch. ﹚
i tried to ... find you. the moon——
﹙ terrible tremble of a tone, eye wide, perhaps he would be crying if the abyss did not bleed him dry. a shakier hand extends upward from where he kneels, clawed & terrible, loving despite that. ﹚
... my love ... is that really you——?
﹙ gentle voice, gentler visage —— the noise that leaves the sinner is as much a reflex as it was desperate, all grief and pain and something far darker. ﹚
tholindis—— tholin——
i wanted her bones, her blood, her tissues, the sinews that bound her together. i would have held her to me through time that stripped away the tones and textures of her skin. i could have held her for a thousand years until the skeleton itself rubbed away to dust.
/ idk how many angst enjoyers are here but i did write my interp of rerir's (as flins) interaction with sousi as part of one of my fics —> https://t.co/uFCIvn3pWa