Posted on August 8, 2020 at 09:31:31 PM by Björn
 They are so close. Their skin is just mere inches from each other yet it feels as if there is a million miles that separates them. They both yearn to press their skin close but their stubbornness and pride forbids them. So they stand absolute, each shake and tremble beneath each others watchful eye. He wants her. He wants to hear her voice whisper in the darkest nights and to feel her warmth against him. He wants to look upon the empire they build together and know their legacy stretches into the future. He had turned from the War for her... for his family so that they would be safe from the atrocities of War. But despite his best efforts he had brought it all down on them. His enemies had knocked on their door and taken more than just the children - they had taken security and assurance with them. In a tender moment, she presses her muzzle against his cheek and wipes the shimmering tears. He closes his eyes and grasps this moment - and the moment that they had first met all those months ago. She had drawn him to her, like a moth to a flame. Not only was she beautiful, but she was clever and intelligent. He savors those moments and those that followed. Their nights wrapped in each other's embrace and the soft words that were exchanged - confessions of love - words from the heart. As his eyes open and he admits he can not stay - he instantly regrets his words - as she recoils from him. The space between them is frigid and empty. You gave me no choice. Her words stab him like a thousand knives and his body shudders beneath the weight. He did it for you. He stumbles back and his knees grow weak; he can no longer bear the weight of it all. He did it for you. The words echo deep within his mind and wrap themselves around his soul. "No," he finally breathes, he begins to shake his head back and forth - and tries to chase such lies from his head. "No, he didn't do this for me. Protecting the herd in my absence would of been for me. Keeping the Ridge from intruders in my absence could of been for me," his words are bitter and barely audible above the hiss of the surf. He lifts his glacial eyes to hers - his pain clearly written in them. "Taking you from me and you baring his child... was for him." He turns his head away from her, unable to look into her dark eyes any more. He focuses his glacial eyes down the beach, he can feel the trimmers in his body and suddenly he feels tired. It all has taken its toll on him. And the Bera Konung, is weary. He wants to be the King she wants him to be. Soft and tender. But it does not come easy to him like the others. He was never taught such things nor witnessed them for himself. The Nóðurland hardens a mans soul and takes tenderness from him - if it does not then you are to perish beneath its frigid breath. He draws a ragged breath and returns his glacial eyes to her. Don't leave me again. She pleads with him. He pushes his pride aside and draws himself to her. He does not stop until his chest is against hers and he can feel her heart thrum against his own. A fresh wave of sorrow spills from his eyes and down his cheeks. He does not want to leave her. "I don't want to leave... But I can not watch him take my place beside you." His breaths are shallow and laborious. He knows what is best for her... but why is he so afraid to turn away and step into the ocean? Bera Konung of the Inlet |
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- wild eyed lady in red - By SIOBHAN August 9, 2020 at 11:04:25 PM
- ~ where innocences burn in flames. - - By Björn August 10, 2020 at 11:21:41 PM
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- ~ where innocences burn in flames. - - By Björn August 10, 2020 at 11:21:41 PM
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