November 25, 2024, 05:36 PM
Machi stumbled, his willowy legs giving way as he collapsed backward, pulling Safiya against his chest. His arms tightened around her as though he might never let her go, and his tail spun up dust in great, joyous arcs. If she would allow, his forehead would find hers, a soft press as he hugged his girl.
For a moment, he simply held her, unwilling to let go, unwilling to trust this was more than just a dream he had concocted after many sleepless nights. But finally, with a reluctant exhale, he eased back, his paws moving to cradle her face, touch trailing along her cheekbone. His opal gaze moved slowly, tracing her scars with brows that knit and furrowed. However, it was not disgust or fear that entered into his expression, for The Prophet had seen horrors far worse, only guilt—that he had been the one meant to protect her, that he had failed so severely.
Words pressed at his lips, but none seemed right. None could erase the damage he had allowed fall upon her. What could he say? Sorry? "Sorry" was insufficient—abominable even. And so, he simply held her, paws trembling with unspoken apologies, the silence heavy with everything he could not say.
I think you’ve grown since last I saw you, darling,he murmured, his voice low, trembling. A soft, throaty laugh escaped him, broken in its joy, in its overwhelming relief, carrying the sting of unshed tears that clung stubbornly to his eyes. She was alive!
For a moment, he simply held her, unwilling to let go, unwilling to trust this was more than just a dream he had concocted after many sleepless nights. But finally, with a reluctant exhale, he eased back, his paws moving to cradle her face, touch trailing along her cheekbone. His opal gaze moved slowly, tracing her scars with brows that knit and furrowed. However, it was not disgust or fear that entered into his expression, for The Prophet had seen horrors far worse, only guilt—that he had been the one meant to protect her, that he had failed so severely.
Words pressed at his lips, but none seemed right. None could erase the damage he had allowed fall upon her. What could he say? Sorry? "Sorry" was insufficient—abominable even. And so, he simply held her, paws trembling with unspoken apologies, the silence heavy with everything he could not say.
I don’t believe in God, but I believe that you’re my savior
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Blue Light - by Machiavelli - November 25, 2024, 01:05 AM
RE: Blue Light - by Safiya - November 25, 2024, 06:08 AM
RE: Blue Light - by Machiavelli - November 25, 2024, 05:36 PM
RE: Blue Light - by Safiya - November 25, 2024, 05:51 PM
RE: Blue Light - by Machiavelli - November 25, 2024, 07:08 PM
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RE: Blue Light - by Machiavelli - November 25, 2024, 10:29 PM