The warm rays of the sun caressing your pale cheeks, the day is drawing to a close. You are no longer used to that delicate sensation on your skin, it seems centuries have passed since the last time you let yourself go to a sweet caress, overwhelmed by tiredness and feelings. Smile, it's actually been a while, seven years. You don't believe it yet, actually. You unconsciously cling to the hope that this is all a crazy, stupid joke. The first few days you basked in the sweet illusion of seeing the mischievous elf appear with his blue mustache. He would have burst out laughing, making fun of you for falling into a well thought out joke. But it was not, hours, days, weeks have passed and you have never been able to overcome that blanket of melancholy feelings that grip your soul. The crisp air lashes you on the skin, maybe it also shakes your soul that is still too unconscious, you get chills. Thoughts weigh you down, they keep you anchored to what is now past. You sigh, shake your head in the vain hope of getting rid of all your worries. You get up, the grass is fresh under your bare feet, close your eyes and enjoy a little more the soft pampering of the sun, which slowly begins to set. You approach the headquarters, shoes in one hand, suddenly you stop. You narrow your gaze, frown uncertain what to do. You take courage and reach it. You stop behind him, you observe an indefinite point of the landscape.
-Will you hit me from behind?
You don't answer, you sit next to him.
-What do I owe this honor to?
You look at him, you allow yourself to reflect your crystalline purple in the cold ice of him.
- I was walking
It's up to him to keep quiet, suddenly an unknown weight weighs on you like a boulder. The words quiver, they want to flow free, they leave your lips. Lance looks at you, tries to scrutinize you, it's not the first time. Lance is like that, you realize. He needs to discover, to know. It all stems from her visceral need to know his origins, to find everything there was to find and learn. Curiosity then turned into hatred, anger, revenge.
-Did I hurt you?
He smiles mischievously, raising an eyebrow. He looks coldly at the small scar on the palm of his hand.
-Very, I was afraid of not recovering
Puffs pretend annoyed, roll your eyes, let out a shy smile.
-I didn't want to hurt you, but I don't want you to think that my actions were guided only by the effect of the poison. Maybe it was all amplified, but I was angry. Enraged. I wanted you to know.
The dragon next to you remains silent for a few seconds, looks at the horizon
-I know, I expected it. I just wanted to talk, civilly
You hear him hesitate, it's strange. You had never heard Lance speak uncertainly. You don't know how to answer. I realize that you have been selfish. You were hoping you could pour all your hatred, all your anger, all your helplessness on him. If he deserves it, he deserves it all. He knows it as well as you do. But you can't. He is unfair.
-Have you thought about the proposal?
-Thing?
A half smile appears on his tired face. You realize it just now, Lance looks exhausted. You would dare to say that he hasn't slept peacefully for a long time, you would like to tell him that you too can't take it anymore, that at night you get lost in memories and regrets. Shut up.
- Didn't you hear right from your hiding place? I told Mathieu that I should train you.
Blush, you did not expect to have noticed your presence. You look down.
-I can trust?
-This is up to you to decide.
These are his last words, he gets up and leaves them there. You get lost looking into the void, a part of you, perhaps the most carefree, quivers to chase him, tell him that yes, you need that thrill. You want to be in control, get lost and then find yourself. But he stays there, he stops. The sun has come out, the shadow begins to engulf the landscape. You torment yourself in the hope of finding an answer, because now you are like that. You need immediate and sure answers. You need it to move forward, not to get lost without a light to guide you. Eventually you get up and go home. You don't find anyone on the way to your room, and for that you thank whoever is up there. You're not even sure about this anymore. Warm, under the covers, just before sleep welcomes you, but you decide.