Wheeling Gull Isle rankova

he was selfish in the silent moments.

wondering what every moment might be like if he could hold heda so freely. wondering what a future more intertwined might look like. he knew it was cruel, he knew it was selfish. yet the thought flowed freely in the back of his mind.

wondering if something was wrong with him, for not gazing upon such a devout and trusted figure as he did another.

he held her still as he spoke now.

i have left the island before and i returned. it was the only place i ever felt a deeper connection, a solitude to be closest to God. He is everywhere, but i feel it most here. his voice was small, a whisper against her head.

will you let me stay with you still, heda?