Hushed Willows it's in the lap of the gods

lily's av is so cute!

as the words leave his mouth he feels himself tensing, worried that speaking openly of alarian will ruin the moment, but lily seems to understand what he means. his expression softens. alarian was -- is -- an unstoppable force of nature, a magnet for chaos. being swept up in his hurricanes had been exhilirating at the best of times but mostly exhausting for delight, who is too quiet, too delicate, too boring for such affairs. 

 "i agree," he says, and then adds, a touch sheepishly, "that i belong here, i mean. and i'm glad i stayed too." overhead the stars seem so close and bright. a secret selfish part of him starts to think, if only mato could see this. he does not dwell on it. instead: "i'm going to try more," he starts, color flooding his cheeks, "to be present for -- for us. i can't keep letting everyone else -- i mean, i'm not a child anymore." maybe it's weird to make this declaration but -- lily is kind and, despite all appearances, he knows for a fact she brokers no bullshit. he suspects, hopefully, she will hold him to this, for elysium's sake.