The recognition in his voice was gossamer silk which quelled the quaking in his spirit. He said her name with such a resoluteness that his gaze could not help but flutter upward, a sheen of hope sparkling in those pools of sanguine wine. “Yes, I am,” he replied, swiftly, the optimistic lilt in his soft voice hard to miss, “how do you know her?!”
The answer which coolly wept from his mouth swallowed his elation into a sludge of sorrow.
The oily tendrils snagged his heart as that name was spoken -- Zephyr. His gaze leaned under saddened brows. “She.. spoke of you,” he whispered, a paw slowly tugging him closer, “mom… Allesia.”
She had never divulged the entirety of the frayed tale between them -- but he didn’t need to know. The anguish that gripped her face as she spoke of him told a story she would never have to tell. “My name is Euros,” he offered, though fell silent, weighed down by the storm of grief which greedily feasted upon any syllable he could possibly hope to utter. Part of him also feared the reaction of Zephyr. What feelings did he have of her -- and would those feelings be poured instead on to him in a display of ire and teeth? If his upbringing was any indication of the way Zephyr may have been treated, too, he could find no blame in such a retaliation.
He stared at him, stilled, patient, the frigid breeze threading through his fur, causing a race of shivers to slither down his spine.
The answer which coolly wept from his mouth swallowed his elation into a sludge of sorrow.
The oily tendrils snagged his heart as that name was spoken -- Zephyr. His gaze leaned under saddened brows. “She.. spoke of you,” he whispered, a paw slowly tugging him closer, “mom… Allesia.”
She had never divulged the entirety of the frayed tale between them -- but he didn’t need to know. The anguish that gripped her face as she spoke of him told a story she would never have to tell. “My name is Euros,” he offered, though fell silent, weighed down by the storm of grief which greedily feasted upon any syllable he could possibly hope to utter. Part of him also feared the reaction of Zephyr. What feelings did he have of her -- and would those feelings be poured instead on to him in a display of ire and teeth? If his upbringing was any indication of the way Zephyr may have been treated, too, he could find no blame in such a retaliation.
He stared at him, stilled, patient, the frigid breeze threading through his fur, causing a race of shivers to slither down his spine.
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yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Zephyr - December 04, 2020, 01:24 AM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Euros - December 04, 2020, 09:24 PM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Zephyr - December 04, 2020, 09:39 PM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Euros - December 04, 2020, 10:19 PM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Zephyr - December 04, 2020, 11:24 PM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Euros - December 05, 2020, 08:25 PM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Zephyr - December 05, 2020, 10:40 PM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Euros - December 08, 2020, 06:18 PM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Zephyr - December 09, 2020, 07:00 PM
RE: yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, - by Euros - December 21, 2020, 09:31 PM