03-02-2021, 04:39 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Part of him knew. Never needed the audible utterance of the words, a declaration petty when faced with all that had come before, too much for words to encompass. He had known it when a stranger had brought the tides of war, assistance sought though failure were they doomed to, his staunch courage a poorly disguised plea. Don't take Rhine as well. Too much lost, a casualty for the ocean to swallow without reason, none the wiser for a loss that meant nothing. Yet she had been there, the plans once set into place ground to a halt.
As he did then something understood even as mouth moved in a silent tremble, minute the shake of his head. Not the one he had left behind, yet could he say he was the same, a perfect frozen snapshot of the boy that made a fool of himself chasing after idiotic dreams.
Suddenly she was there, gone the ground, world spinning for a brief moment. Soft. The thought broke through the turbulent waves of his thoughts, his amusement voiced in a short, choked off giggle. Unconscious his press, uncaring how sodden cheeks left wet patches as he nuzzle against this individual that felt so familiar, yet, within that same moment, forgein. For now he did not care, enjoyed the warmth that encapsulated him, stilled only as she spoke. Felt rather than heard, each reverberating through her chest, realisation a cruel thing.
He wished for Rhine, for the parent he had left behind as his own had, and he clutched at what he thought a stranger as though they were a perfect replacement.
Shame burnt his cheeks, gaze averted as the other drew back, shifted to further move away, escape from the embrace sought. It ended not with the break of it, rather the graze of a gentle touch, query followed by an admittance that quickened his heart. "Rhine…" Her name fell from his lips in a shaky whisper, renewed his tears, outward reaching, clutching at chest, neck, anything to draw her close once more. He was an idiot. "I'm sorry…" So much more there, teeth ground into the tip of his tongue before he may speak any further, however, overtaken by renewed tears.
As he did then something understood even as mouth moved in a silent tremble, minute the shake of his head. Not the one he had left behind, yet could he say he was the same, a perfect frozen snapshot of the boy that made a fool of himself chasing after idiotic dreams.
Suddenly she was there, gone the ground, world spinning for a brief moment. Soft. The thought broke through the turbulent waves of his thoughts, his amusement voiced in a short, choked off giggle. Unconscious his press, uncaring how sodden cheeks left wet patches as he nuzzle against this individual that felt so familiar, yet, within that same moment, forgein. For now he did not care, enjoyed the warmth that encapsulated him, stilled only as she spoke. Felt rather than heard, each reverberating through her chest, realisation a cruel thing.
He wished for Rhine, for the parent he had left behind as his own had, and he clutched at what he thought a stranger as though they were a perfect replacement.
Shame burnt his cheeks, gaze averted as the other drew back, shifted to further move away, escape from the embrace sought. It ended not with the break of it, rather the graze of a gentle touch, query followed by an admittance that quickened his heart. "Rhine…" Her name fell from his lips in a shaky whisper, renewed his tears, outward reaching, clutching at chest, neck, anything to draw her close once more. He was an idiot. "I'm sorry…" So much more there, teeth ground into the tip of his tongue before he may speak any further, however, overtaken by renewed tears.