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POSTED ON Dec 19, 2020 4:17:30 GMT
When Corsola returned from the gathering of others she did so with two eggs. Sénon was almost sure she hadn't produced them herself but taking them from her and returning her to her pokéball he had one to Cait in a moment that felt like it would echo through time for an eternity. Things weren't going to be this perfect forever were they? The way her touch was healing and sustaining. The way her smile was as reassuring and warm as the sun itself. The way the sight of her pushed away the need for revenge and silenced the sharp howl of his own ego. He was old enough to know what it felt like for the sight of what you loved to become something literally painful to look upon. He hid the frown from her as the realistic thought came to mind that this love could end up like that one. His forehead pressed against the back on her head to hide his melancholy. It was his own assessment that Cait had healed him from the wounds of his past losses but perhaps only he could put those skeletons to rest in perpetuity. Maybe, maybe, that was why some of those pains of past failures still lingered and in a moment most idyllic his psyche sought to rock the boat. Not man enough, not good enough, not willed enough... It was worse than death to feel as if you killed everything you truly cared for. a terrible shame to feel as though your love and intentions were poison to those who cared for you. Cait had made that voice in his head quiet but only he could silence it forever. As she sang he fought against his own sickness, holding her tighter again. He was imperfect but he wasn't poison. Even in turbulence so long as they held onto each other, it would be worth it. He had to believe Cait was strong enough to survive his anguish and to believe that he was more than his mistakes. So he held on, to her voice and to her frame not matter how much the 'boat rocked'. |
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