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Post by achromatic on Sept 26, 2021 10:33:17 GMT -5
He had to admit that this was foolish too. Surely they were both thinking the same thing even if the thought wasn't voiced out loud at all. There was something about diving headfirst into something that he never did, and that was exactly what had just happened. He wasn't thinking. Yet, his troubled frown had yet to appear on his face, still placated by the calmness he felt in the now.
Right now, he had to admit there was some sort of beauty in where they were now. The glass reflected the glow of the moon, so different from what its shaky foundation meant just moments earlier, and her fur glowed the same colour as his own, dark with the silver lining of the faint light that washed upon the world right now.
Her soft voice shook him out of his stupor; there was a kindness in her tone that seemed so different. He gave her a nod, blinking slowly at Eshek. What was there to say right now? Surely if they spoke, this strange moment of peace would break and they'd have to confront it all. Their near-death experience. Their little tryst in the wild. That wasn't really important, was it?
"It's getting late," his excuse was weak, but there was a truth to it, and an escape it seems, for the two of them to avoid this whole conversation after if she so wished. After all of that vulnerability, he wasn't really sure how to act, and surely, she must've been feeling the same.
"So?" Eshek whispered, her voice little more than a breath. It was defiance - of the universe, of the fate that had tried to kill them and failed, of the dawn itself. Whatever this came to mean when the sun rose and the birds began to sing, it didn't matter right then. It felt, to her, like in that moment they were indestructible, like the gods themselves could come down, and the sky could shatter and fall, and the world would turn to fire, and still they'd come out on top of it all, unscathed and untouchable. Maybe it was still the last dregs of adrenaline, maybe it was the warmth of Ber's breath on her ear, but she felt like if the two of them were only trying to draw away from each other now because it was what their lives and the universe expected, because it was the done thing, because there would be consequences tomorrow, then the most defiant thing to do in the face of all that reason was to bare their teeth at it and turn away. Until the sun rose, they could challenge destiny itself. "Let it get late, then."
Without another word, Esh unfurled herself from Bermondsey's embrace and rolled him onto his back, drawing herself upright so she was silhouetted against the moon above him. She gazed down at him, at the triangles of shadow under his cheekbones and the glowing silver everywhere else, turning his green eyes to near-white.
In the morning, with the reason of dawn light creeping over the roof and dispelling the silly fantasies of the night, she knew that Ber would wake up first and slip away and she'd wake up alone, or she would wake up first and press a quiet kiss to his forehead and limp away into the shadows, or they'd wake up together and greet each other with awkward stiffness, and Ber would ask about her paws in that usual gruff voice because it was the expected thing to ask and it was the expected voice to use, and they'd go their separate ways on the ground with no word spoken about the vulnerabilities of hours earlier. She knew that in the morning this would all go unspoken, all these unrealistic dreams, all this Peter Pan nonsense that sounded like one brush of moonlight away from one asking the other to run away with them to some place no one could find them.
But right now, with the moon looking down at them and the dream so near, with Bermondsey's scent on her fur and hers on his, with the glass shards that had been stuck in her paw glowing like white stars on the rooftop around them, Eshek didn't want to wake up. And so, lowering herself down to him, her face in shadow and the rest of her alive with blinding moonlight, Esh leaned in and kissed him once more.
Post by achromatic on Sept 27, 2021 18:16:32 GMT -5
His eyes seemed to search hers for a moment, his mind still a haze.
He was the kind of cat who jumped into the fray. He had thrown himself into this mess without a single care; the adrenaline pumping through his veins felt like a sharp fire that had drawn him closer to the fire he had been born into. It felt like boiling water, raging in his bloodstream, provoking the madness certainly laid underneath the surface. For a moment he almost understood how anyone could throw their own mind away for the sake of emotion. For a moment he truly understood how an assassin could find themselves filled with such dedication to another's life. Like his father before him. Like the assassins could do now. His question weeks ago, when finding Agamede and Regulus in each other's arms, felt almost foolish when he knew the answer. For a moment, maybe he did.
He was the kind of cat to stay behind and watch. That was what he was trained to do, to see the bigger picture, to poke holes in the enemy's strategy, to break the rhythm, no matter how powerful and strong the other side was. His ice-cold gaze rarely reflected the green of envy and distrust underneath, that led him to sit in the shadows, listening to the whispers that led him out into the light, a spider listening to vibrations upon its web. There was nothing that could break the ice of his heart, that disbelieving stone heart, hardened like a shriveled fruit. His eyes searched hers in that same way, but the fire had melted the frost like the first of spring, when Demeter returned to her mother and hell froze over to mourn her departure.
(i'm so not sober rn i'll finish this when i'm sane idk where i'm going with this but basically they lovers and the end now ig)