July 21, 2013, 05:36 PM
Your writing never sucks my dear, don't be so silly!
It was true, he was not flowery. He was not moved to fawn over people, he was not motivated by overly poetic speeches and the whims that lust could bring. But to those that he did truly love, truly - not superficially or sporadically - there was no ends to the more tender ways in which he showed his affection. It was always through smaller gestures and tiny ways spoke the tomes that he did not voice. For Sigrún especially there was an endless fount of these little intricacies. It was unspoken, they did not need to address one another - she was his stars and he was her moon. Constant, never overshadowing.
He did not hide the slick smile that appeared on his face as she agreed with him. He had expected as much and it was in part because they were so☆NSYNCin-sync but also in part because there were so few places that seemed to hold a candle compared to their arctic fortress back home. This forest, however, was true beautiful in an enchanting way. It was almost ethereal in it's other world qualities. She said it best though, in that it felt secretive and safe - and those were phrases that meant entirely different things to the FeralHearts. "Too true," he murmured softly "We can give this place a try." He offered to his pale sister, understanding that the constant moving could make a creature weary.
She wasn't the only one who felt the strain of constant travel physically they had faced far worse and yet he did not feel as if he wanted to move on yet. They had been traveling for what felt like an eternity and though the fact it was just the two of them had only brought them endlessly closer, it still wore him down spiritually. He wondered for a moment if the lands had more to offer them, and as his blue eyes traveled from the forest around them to his sister he did feel his chest puff slightly (not that their family could ever be accused of the sin of pride naturally) - "We can thrive here, I feel it." Not forever, unless they wanted it.
It was true, he was not flowery. He was not moved to fawn over people, he was not motivated by overly poetic speeches and the whims that lust could bring. But to those that he did truly love, truly - not superficially or sporadically - there was no ends to the more tender ways in which he showed his affection. It was always through smaller gestures and tiny ways spoke the tomes that he did not voice. For Sigrún especially there was an endless fount of these little intricacies. It was unspoken, they did not need to address one another - she was his stars and he was her moon. Constant, never overshadowing.
He did not hide the slick smile that appeared on his face as she agreed with him. He had expected as much and it was in part because they were so
She wasn't the only one who felt the strain of constant travel physically they had faced far worse and yet he did not feel as if he wanted to move on yet. They had been traveling for what felt like an eternity and though the fact it was just the two of them had only brought them endlessly closer, it still wore him down spiritually. He wondered for a moment if the lands had more to offer them, and as his blue eyes traveled from the forest around them to his sister he did feel his chest puff slightly (not that their family could ever be accused of the sin of pride naturally) - "We can thrive here, I feel it." Not forever, unless they wanted it.
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genesis - by Antares Endore - July 19, 2013, 12:56 PM
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