Emberflame Ridge in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me

✹☾❂

 

He gave a shortened lunge to shorten the distance between then — Eleuthera caught the sight of the colossus as his massive form ate up the earth beneath him, bringing his framework quickly to her side, and her breath caught excitedly in her chest. It fluttered there, wildly, unsure what to expect and luxuriating in the anticipation of it.

If this was out of character for Revui, then it was certainly out of character for she as well. Having spent an entire life with Séamus, her heart was naturally inclined towards a man with far softer tendencies than the behemoth that strode abreast her own diminutive form. She loved the singing and the dancing, the bliss of life, and she was certain this man had never sung a tune a day in his life.

But there was something about him that excited her, his solemn words and intense demeanor teasing at the fire in her soul that had long laid dormant. She stoked it carefully, to ensure it would not become an inferno. He asked where she was from, and Eleuthera didn’t immediately know how to answer. Broken Boulder? Hushed Willows? Here? There? Somewhere off the map entirely? 

She looked towards her pointed toes, not out of sorrow, but because she felt such platitudes unnecessary. She felt there were more important conversations to be had, though she didn’t know what they were yet. "It doesn’t matter —“ Eleuthera bade with a small rush of breath, casting her gaze up towards him with swimming, pleading eyes. She needed his attention, too.