The Lost Islands
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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

we could be strangers in the night


YOUR LOVE IS ALWAYS DANGEROUS
and now i'm lost in us


Panic struck his heart, even as she awoke to the world and withdrew one small step at a time. Zevulun followed at her pace but realized quickly he wouldn’t need to throw himself in front of her again. Whatever had happened there, Zevulun was not sure it had been entirely because of himself as the individual and more because he’d been something to push into her and break her out of whatever thoughts had pulled her there. A concerned cry weakly pressed out of his pale, pink lips as she crumpled to the ground. Zevulun moved to her quickly, but did his best not to crowd.

His pale ears flicked as she started to speak, voice soft and sad. It made the ache in his heart pull deeper until Zevulun was nearly tense with how difficult it was to physically restrain himself from reaching out to comfort her. He was bewildered as she gave him an apology when he was just relieved she’d listened at all and worried what had driven her to do such a thing.

“Shhh,” he hushed softly, reassuringly rather than condescendingly, and lowered his head so he could be a little closer to her. His eyes jumped across her face and he reached out, slowly, then stopped when his muzzle was just inches from her dark cheek. His next words were a breath over her skin. “You don’t have to apologize, I’m just… I’m glad you're okay.” He swallowed and pulled his muzzle back, removing himself from the temptation of wanting to touch her. It was very likely that the last thing she needed or wanted was a stranger being so invasive.

He just… felt such a connection to her. The sorrow that reached out to him was one he knew too well and it called to something inside him. It was that sort of thing that made everything else in the world fall away except the two of them here; her lying in the sand and he, dripping cold water down onto it. He just wasn’t sure if she felt it too and the last thing he wanted to do was push her to find out.

“Do you…” He trailed off, thinking over what he’d wanted to ask. Maybe he shouldn’t… ah, what was the harm? “Do you want me to lay down with you?” He whispered into the cold, autumn night. “I can help keep you warm until we’re dry, at the very least.”

lead of the prairie
nephilim x aubrey; cremello splash snowcap (ee Aa CrCr nSpl LpLp nPATN2)

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