Deepwood Weald [m] aloe vera

by himself —

he wished. he thought of the face of his son, he thought of the face of God Himself. both would surely show no pity in him for his future actions.

could he stop them? the faces or his actions?

by myself, he answered, turning to be closer to her. a testing dance along her side. the air around her reminded him of honey, of the sea, of things he had grown to love. if he closed his eyes he could imagine dove in her place.

it seems we were meant to be here. together. no longer alone, hm?

it was not fate that had drawn them together. it had been her own doing. her season, her calls. a siren inland.

but perhaps he could dip his toes into a fantasy world for a moment.