Posted on August 10, 2020 at 11:21:41 PM by Björn
 The silence spans between them - but the constant murmur of the jungle continues. The hiss of the waves and the distant crash of the ocean against the rock cliffs, the squawk of the macaws and the lone cry of a jungle cat. At one time it would of comforted him but now it just reminds him of all that has been left behind now that he has taken this path. A path that will lead to more turmoil, more hurt and more hatred. He pushes that aside and allows himself to melt into her. It surprise him when she wraps her neck around his and he in turn does the same. Their bodies press close into one another, he can feel her shutter at their touch and then the constant beat of her heart against his smoky skin. He hasn't." He tilts his ears back as she whispers into the knots and gnarls of his mane. His brow furrows as she confesses her sins against his skin. But they were not just her own... they are his. She had done what she needed to in order to survive in a world that he was not in. His heart fissures. How could he blame her? How could he blame either of them? He swallows the lump that begins to develop in his throat as guilt weighs heavily on his soul. His cowardice had chased her into another's arms. His guilt and pride had chased her into another's arms. "I understand my spotted girl," his words barely above a whisper "He was here when I wasn't, he offered you comfort when I should of been here," he drops his chin to rest it on the small of her back. He clears his throat and tries to regain the strength that evades him in this moment. He can feel her pull back and he brings his glacial eyes to meet hers. Your place is with me and our daughter. He reaches his whiskered muzzle to place it on her cheekbone and leaves his lips there - her cheek is salty, from the countless tears she has shed in his memory. It pains him to think of her alone and afraid... He had done this to her. In all of his anger he wants to blame them all but the truth is glaringly bright. He stares into her somber eyes that now brim with fresh tears. She is his everything. She was here to raise Sigurðr as if he was her own and despite the loss of the foals to the Lagoon; she had tried again but the next time was victorious. Here, with me. He tilts his ears forward, he can hear the words that are hard to speak and the pain that threatens to crush her beneath its weight. "You are my everything. You have the strength of the dreki and ice fire in your veins. You showed courage when others would of cowered in the Lagoon," he pauses as he drops his muzzle to tilt her own up towards the midnight sky. "Never forget your strength or the love that we share." He pauses a breath as he lets her hear his words of encouragement. And as the silence spans between them, she reaches her muzzle and presses it firmly against his cheek once again. He closes his glacial eyes and listens to her words. Her desire for him to take back the Ridge, to return to a home that he feels is no longer his. He opens his eyes to focus on hers as she pleads with him to stay with her. "I can't," his glacial eyes remain glued to hers "I can't stay here. You belong here where it is safe for you to raise your children. Where you won't have to worry about turmoil or war. Sio, you deserve peace and safety," he pauses as a lump begins to form in his throat "And I can not guarantee THAT where I go. But I can guarantee that there will always be room for you in my soul," he presses his cheek against her muzzle one last time before he retreats. At first he falters, his steps are slow, not wanting to leave her but he reminds himself it is best for her. The Inlet is not like the Ridge... The Ridge is vibrant where the Inlet is harsh, the Ridge brings forth life with ease while the Inlet demands strength to survive. He takes another step back until the ocean bubbles and hisses around his knees. He knows that if he does not leave now, he will never be able to. And he hopes that one day she will forgive him and love him for the man that he is and not the one she wishes he could be. The gods demand his sacrifice even if it means the fracture of his heart and soul. Bera Konung of the Inlet |
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