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Posted on September 14, 2012 at 02:54:03 AM by tristan & celidon
Celidon slipped easily through the water towards his fairy, his long green tail acting as an effective rudder. Tristan knew his familiar well enough to see the glint of mischief in the cu-sith’s eyes, and grinned back at the dog just as Mallos splashed water in their direction. The prince turned, narrowing his eyes playfully, before moving his own arm quickly through the water, in order to send a retaliatory wave in his grandfather’s direction. Cel, who enjoyed swimming as much as he enjoyed chasing rabbits (which was a lot) continued on through the water, circling around Tristan, who reached out and patted his familiar fondly on the head. The boy was just about to make his way towards the bank, when Mallos’ hand closed around the green cloth of his collar, and he ended up climbing onto the grass at the deities side. Following suit, Tristan pulled off his t-shirt and rung it out, his skin breaking out in goose pimples as the dampness met with the chilling wind. He pulled the still-damp shirt back on, wishing in that moment that Thoth were there to dry everyone out as he had done many times before. Tristan sat down heavily in the grass, pulling off his boots in turn before tipping them upside down in order to expel the water that had crept in over the top of the leather. His light-brown hair clung to his forehead, the natural wave of each strand enhanced by the damp. For a moment, the grin remained on his young face, his green eyes illuminated by it as they strayed back to his familiar who had just climbed out onto the western bank, shaken himself dry, and took off after a couple of mallard ducks. “Oh,” Tristan muttered, his gaze flicking back to Mallos for a moment, before seeking sanctuary by focusing on the floor. The smile died, and the boy frowned, pulling a couple of blades free of the ground as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “People keep asking me that,” he explained heavily after a pause, “I wish they wouldn’t. Grandmother especially.” There was something about Nimueh which made Tristan want to tell her things. It was something in her eyes, he had decided, that made him think no matter what he said that she would hold him to her and make him feel safe. The problem was, that kind of made it worse, as if, when he said it, that all the emotion would come bubbling out and he wouldn’t be able to stop. It was too much, the boy thought, tugging at the grass again, it was too much to feel and made his head hurt. Tristan forced himself to look back at Mallos, his eyes wide and a little imploring, “was I...” he broke off, swallowing hard as he felt a rush of heat behind his eyes, “wasn’t I enough?” The words, when they came, were soft, hardly more than a mutter, forced out from between reluctant lips, “will I ever be enough for all of this?” The prince looked back at his feet, sadness mixing with frustration and confusion as a single tear moved slowly along the side of his nose.  |
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- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos September 14, 2012 at 05:45:26 PM
- you breathe just to know you’re alive; - By tristan & celidon September 16, 2012 at 10:57:33 PM
- él se fue con el invierno. - By mallos September 20, 2012 at 11:46:40 PM
- you breathe just to know you’re alive; - By tristan & celidon September 16, 2012 at 10:57:33 PM
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